Summer is nearly over. The first rains of May came at dawn today and woke me from sleep. It came in sheets and I was unable to do my five kilometers. Why do I feel vulnerable each time summer gives way to long days of continuous rain? On the other hand, after succumbing to the reality of puddles and soaked shirts and mudtracks, the rains seem to offer a haven, an excellent camouflage for tears and sadness. Who will ever know one is crying in the rain?
reramos
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
firetrees
today i planted eighty firetree seeds in small plastic bags. firetrees are adored for their fiery red blooms that light up the summer skies. they grow to great heights and the bullet-shaped seeds are encased in a hard scabbard-like pod that requires quite an effort to open. of course i do not expect all seeds to germinate and become adult trees... if half or a third of them reach maturity that would be a good batting average already!
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Silent Beauty, Macatbong
The pond is teeming with freshwater fish. The trees in the background are home to brightly colored avians and occasional migratory birds. Ramos Pond is Eden revisited !
