As we are busy settling into Spain after a marvelous, too-short summer in the US, I am none-the-less thinking of Zimbabwe constantly. Though there's a lot I miss, here is one thing I don't... Late July and August means burning, burning, burning and smoke, smoke, smoke. As fields get cleared for new crops, the end of winter and early spring means Zim is full of farmers setting fire to the brush that has not received rain in six months. I don't miss this, Zim!
