I remember last year, each time we would come home from Fez, we would watch with amazement every little change in the landscape, every detail, every shade of green.
This is what our house looks like in April :
Here's our land, with Bachir's wheat on it, in May :
And then, the harvest. In that field, the little stacks of wheat were hand-harvested - one of the hardest and most painful types of work people have to do here. Usually though, if they have the money, they use machines. They can't use them in that field.