On a warm afternoon, Maya and her family arrived at the local farm where they had volunteered to help make palm sugar, a process they had learned about through the community. The palm trees, tall and proud, seemed to reach toward the sky as the group gathered around to witness the first step in extracting the sweet nectar. As the farmer carefully cut the flower stalks, he explained how the sap would be collected and boiled down to make the sugar. Maya’s younger brother, Liam, watched intently, fascinated by the intricate process. “It’s like creating something beautiful from nothing,” he said, his eyes wide with wonder. Maya smiled, thinking that just like embroidery digitizing, it took time and precision to…
On a warm afternoon, Maya and her family arrived at the local farm where they had volunteered to help make palm sugar, a process they had learned about through the community. The palm trees, tall and proud, seemed to reach toward the sky as the group gathered around to witness the first step in extracting the sweet nectar. As the farmer carefully cut the flower stalks, he explained how the sap would be collected and boiled down to make the sugar. Maya’s younger brother, Liam, watched intently, fascinated by the intricate process. “It’s like creating something beautiful from nothing,” he said, his eyes wide with wonder. Maya smiled, thinking that just like embroidery digitizing, it took time and precision to…