Indah “Beautiful” Flower Garden

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The next day after the safari, we traveled about an hour over extremely poor roads to a beautiful garden.  The gardens were vast.  We did not even see half of the exhibits.  Some of the high lights were putting the boys in these big balls that were floating on about a foot of water.  They were like gerbils running around frantically.  Jacob was claustrophobic by the time his turn was over.  They were all sweating like crazy.  
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The two older Gallant children went with us.  I think all of the children would say that a highlight of the trip was running though the garden maze.  They had lot's of freedom and we all had fun exploring God's world.  We were refreshed by all we saw.  A missionary perk!
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  1. American Swede PhotographyNovember 10, 2011 at 6:03 PM

    Are adults allowed inside the ball??? That looks FUN!!! And I loved the looks of that maze! What a fun day! I'm so glad you get some time to do things like this!

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  2. DarlaNovember 10, 2011 at 7:07 PM

    Walking on water....looks like fun! Love you all!

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  3. Kristi and Mark K.December 3, 2011 at 5:59 AM

    Much more beautiful than a corn maze! So glad that God is refreshing your soul, between intense studying and intense illness. Not just your lives, but your bodies are truly a living sacrifice to God... Blessings to all.

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