♪♪♫Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,
and you don’t ask the time of day.
But you and I, our love will never die,
but guess we’ll cry come first of May.♫♪♫
Aren’t you reminded of these song lyrics every time May comes? I am. Today is our village fiesta. There was a 7am mass in honor of St. Joseph the Worker, the patron saint of the village. A band played in some streets right after the mass.
My brother and his family fetched Mom today. She stayed here with us for almost ten months and she was really excited to go home. Back in the province she could attend to her vegetable garden and do general cleaning in her room which was left vacant for so long. They brought with them six dozens of Alaminos longganisa ( our local sausage) , three big bags of Santol and a bag of Indian mango. Santol is also called wild mangosteen. I already gave one bag to my other brother here, gave some to our neighbor and there are plenty yet. Our neighbor suggested that I make Santol jam or maybe candied Santol. I am thinking about it since I haven’t yet tried making a Santol jam or candy before. I have a recipe though for it being made into a tasty dish. I’ll probably try the Santol candy. Would research on how to make it.
Started on the carabao grass late this afternoon. Surprisingly there was no wind so it was still hot at around 4pm. It would probably take me more days to finish the whole thing 😦
By the way, speaking of posts, this is my 1,981st for this blog. Nineteen more to go before reaching another milestone. Did I say I am looking forward to the month of May? It’s Mama Mary’s month. Have a fruitful and happy month of May.
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