FIRE, FIRE

Fuego, Fuego, Edwin came running back to the house telling us that there was a fire, and that it was lighting up our beautiful almost ripe pineapple field. We grabbed the shovels and some boards and headed out to the field. The boys were out there lookin pretty black but working hard making fire lines and throwing dirt on the fire. It was all pretty smoky, hot, and hard to breath but we managed to put out the fire in the field saving a lot of our delicious fruits. We should soon have wonderful tasting pineapples in the near future. Muy Rico.