living

in a rubber plantation, in a quaint little house,

with God watching over them,

and tall trees for company, beyond what the eyes can see.

the lady,

with her elder son

and the younger son, (that is my daughter)

with their dog,

and their cricket pitch :)

the tapper, the head of the family was with my father-in-law, reporting to him of the week's work in the plantation. this is in Arakkulam, in Idukki district of Kerala, the land of my husband's fore-fathers. we then proceeded to our ancestral house two hills away, where our aunt made us black-tea. the children had guavas and local fruits, including the one below.