Stopover

Its Autumn here and its time to change the soil of my house plants and so weekend was spend a little pot gardening.

I remember my grandma when she was still alive, she always mentioned that I’ve got my father’s nose. I still remember what was my reply its a pity for dad he don’t have a nose anymore because I got it hahah… Inspite of having an unadmirable nose, and sometimes wishing to have a New Jersey rhinoplasty. Im still glad my nose is on my face not pasted on some other place. Me and my nose are stuck together weather for worse or maybe better, through thick and thin. It remains between my eyes and chin that gives my face a regal look . And that I have a great taste on my foods because I can smell the odors of the foods to taste more fully. Lastly, when they put me in my casket tell the one who builds it to make a hole on top so I can smell the flowers.

walking on these bed of dried leaves and hearing a crackling sound, it reminds me the skin of a crispy lechon! yummy… hahaha!

got up early this morning, as i open the windows, aside from the sun shine this one greeted me. what a tiny blossoms that can inspire my day today.

 

 

before . . . after. . .

Alugbati (Malabar spinach)

oh my plant, alugbati! why did you leave me? my ginisang munggo (saute mung beans) is not complete with out you waaaaaaaah…