The sweet older lady, "Spring" has claimed Tim and I as her children. Tim picked her and some other ladies up one day to give them a lift to the sheep pen to milk. As she got her milk jugs out of the back of the truck, she jokingly asked if the watermelon in the back of the truck was hers. Tim insisted that she take it, but she refused. Everytime we have passed through her village over the past several months we drop a watermelon off for their family. Last week our family made the trek up into the mountains to visit them for the last time before winter. Their village usually has two to three meters of snow, so we won't see her til spring.
The sweet older lady, "Spring" has claimed Tim and I as her children. Tim picked her and some other ladies up one day to give them a lift to the sheep pen to milk. As she got her milk jugs out of the back of the truck, she jokingly asked if the watermelon in the back of the truck was hers. Tim insisted that she take it, but she refused. Everytime we have passed through her village over the past several months we drop a watermelon off for their family. Last week our family made the trek up into the mountains to visit them for the last time before winter. Their village usually has two to three meters of snow, so we won't see her til spring.
