Thinking back on the many funny things that happened in our family when we lived out in the jungles of Bolivia, near the Brazilian border, I was reminded today of this funny memory/family story. One time when my older brother was a little boy my mom found him outside our jungle home digging a hole in the ground.
“Mark, what are you doing?” mom asked.
“Planting a gravy plant!” he proudly told her.
He loved gravy. He had learned if you plant something it grew. He put what he thought was two and two together and was hopeful for a bountiful crop of gravy. The worms and other underground creatures were thankful.