This is my favourite mango. It is hanging from one of 3 mango trees in my garden, and I have dubbed it my “prize mango”. I check on it every day to make sure that the bats or monkeys (or whatever the creatures are that chitter chatter all night in the darkness) haven’t stolen it. I may have prayed over it, but you can’t prove it. I have heard that once the mangoes show even a hint of yellow, the monkeys/bats will steal it. Criminals.

Many have asked me what I do with my time – “What does a typical day look like for you in the desert, white girl?” Now you know. I stare at and obsess over one mango.

Hope with me, will you?

P.S. my son is reading over my shoulder as I type this and he read “Hope with me, will you?” out loud and then chuckled while muttering “That is just sad.” Who told the 7 year old he could be so smart?