Three weeks since the earthquake.
My husband is leaving for Haiti, tomorrow, to help with the UNICEF relief effort there. He’s been asked to come with a tent, Swiss army knife, flashlight, sleeping bag and antibiotics. One of his colleagues who’s been there for almost two weeks has been sleeping in a car. Not that they’re complaining.
I know he’s been on pins and needles ever since the news of the earthquake reached us, waiting, waiting, waiting for the call to go. Our 5 and half years old daughter told him : “Two months is too long. You come back after one month, OK?” And then, she added : “So, I’ll see you on Wednesday?” Time is still a hazy, confusing notion for her, but I know that she will find the time very, very long indeed – as we all will. Her dad often travels, but he’s never been gone for so long.
This week’s picture was taken in my mother-in-law’s garden in Fermathe, and I’m posting it for my husband who loves flowers. It’s called Heliconia Pendula. Aren’t they beautiful?