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There was this early morning drizzle which was good enough to wet the garden and my plants are happy. Saving on a few gallons of water because of the rain. On my way to the church to hear mass, the rain has finally stopped.

I have to drop by the supermarket later to buy a floor fan. Ours broke a few days ago and I think it needs a new capacitor  so we could use it again.  Sometimes though, it is not very practical to have it repaired and pay a high cost of repair. It is more convenient to buy a new one because you are rest assured that you could use it for years.

I am on my 130th read this year for the 2018 Goodreads Reading Challenge. I found this lovely book about three sisters celebrating Christmas. A mesmerizing book about the lives of adopted families and how they  keep the bond strong. Yes, I know, it might still be too early for some to think about the Christmas season  but I am now having my countdown,  it’s now only 65 days to go before the big event. Some of you won’t probably think of celebrating and don’t look forward to the event. I’ve always said in the past that no matter how commercialized the celebration of Christmas has become over the years, it is the best season to bond with families and friends and celebrate. It’s the joyous season, the festive atmosphere, the anticipation of celebrating Christ’s birth that makes it so beautiful. The spirit of giving makes it all the more wonderful to celebrate. The amount and the cost of gifts you give and receive don’t really matter that much but it is the thought behind the tradition of gift-giving. It comes when you feel just as excited as your five-year old grandson.

A few more days to go and I’ll be turning sixty-two. Ah, remembering those days of agony, remembering those days of being happy, reminiscing about the sunny side of life.  Sixty-two seems ancient to some but I guess it’s how you live your life that counts.

 

 

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My mom had that big smile when she saw my brother at the gate.

He was with their driver, my sis-in law and my niece. We just had lunch then they left again to travel back to our place in the province, a five-hour trip going back.  The car was full. They brought with them two bags of green Indian mangoes, fresh corn, pineapple fruits, santol  and fresh bamboo shoots for my older brother and me.

I sliced  the bamboo shoots into thin strips and put it in the freezer. It will last for more than a month without changing its taste. I am planning to cook the santol fruits into a yummy dish. Thinking of ginataang santol at the moment. Several years ago, I tried it for the first time and posted the recipe here.  Some of  my friends who came and visited me liked it.

Two days ago, we harvested one of our ripe jackfruit. The remaining ones are still so small to make into a dish. Josef liked it, he almost ate all in one sitting.

I boiled the seeds and they tasted like chestnuts. Mom just loved it. We call jackfruit langka in Tagalog.  Next year, I need to save some seeds so I could grow them again. The two fruit trees we have now  are getting old after several years of giving us something for the table as veggies and ripe jackfruit for dessert. You can eat the latter fresh or mixed it with our local turon or ginataan.

Blessings come aplenty.

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Happy Sunday all!

Caught the earliest mass schedule at 5 am. There is a certain advantage in attending an early morning mass.  For one, the church is not full, you can choose a seat. Another thing, you can watch the sunrise filter through the stained glass windows of the church.  By the time the mass is finished, the  early morning sun is full on your face. And the little morning breeze is just right, not too cold, not yet hot. Along the way, I bought a big box of hopia from my favorite vendor.

The ternatea I planted from seeds have shown at least three inches of stem with leaves. Wonderful. The flowers could be used as tea or decorations in a  dish. Looking forward to those blue lovely flowers. Ternatea is also called butterfly pea. It might be a good climbing shrubs for my newly stalled steel matting fence.

I am propagating my double-petaled pink Bougainvillea. Hoping it is a success.

Have you noticed? Why does WordPress no longer have that  Reblog buttons. I wonder why.

Here’s a lovely quote from Alfred Austin:

The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just the body, but the soul.

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We attended the early morning mass at 6:30 am.  Since Pope Francis’ directive came out a  couple of weeks ago, we were treated with brief but meaningful homilies since then.  Oh yes, “no more than ten minutes please”.  Before, a priest would deliver his sermon  for almost thirty minutes and when the content is not that inspiring, the churchgoers get bored.  Their attention is lost in the middle of  it.

Dropped by the supermarket after the mass and we bought something for breakfast. There is a new product by Oishi which some of my friends were raving about when it came out in the market.

Gourmet Picks – Salted Egg

I am not really a fan of junk food but now and then, the craving is there. Wow, salted egg flavor. Gosh, it is better than your more popular Pringles. Salted egg is one of those easy things to prepare for breakfast or during the season of Lent when we are required to abstain from eating meat every Friday. You just have to add fresh diced tomatoes and bingo, you have a tasty breakfast.

Going back to Gourmet Picks, the chips were not really salty but the flavor of salted egg was there.  No wonder, it has become a hit when it comes to junk food.

Nissa and Obet bought a new bike (his old one is now a  bit small) for Nate as his prize for being an honors student. They went jogging at Roxas Blvd.  very early this morning before going to mass at 10am.

The joy of seeing the sunrise and spending time with the family.  The joy of putting your feet on the pedals of a bike and let the world go by for a while. The joy of having a new bike.

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What’s nice about Sunday is you can relax to your heart’s desire.

I wake up early during Sundays so we could attend the 6:30 am mass at the town proper.  I prepare breakfast first before leaving the house.  When I am not in the mood to cook lunch or dinner, we just order from outside.  One thing I do like about Sundays is that I am not obliged to labor near the stove…haha!  After watering the plants and cleaning the house, I am free to read  or make an advance post here but making advance posts seldom happens nowadays. Oh, I get lazy too thinking of what to write about. Not all days are inspiring ones.

Our Lady of Light Parish is busy preparing for the Canonical Coronation of the Blessed  Virgin Mary. The Patroness of Cainta will be crowned on December 1, 2018 after  receiving the Papal Bull more than a month ago. We celebrate our town fiesta every December 1, the official feast Our Lady of  Light.  Looking forward to the event.

I am done with 28 books since January 1, 28% of my Goodreads reading challenge. I am presently on my 29th book entitled  In the Midst of  Winter by Isabel  Allende.  Allende is a Chilean-American writer. The book  speaks of life and growing old.  This is just my second book of her although I have another one on my TBR list called  The Japanese Lover which is set during  WWII.  Come  Holy Week, I would have to stop reading fictions and memoirs and concentrate instead on my inspirational books by St. Therese, Henri Nouwen, and Thomas Merton. They are my reading companions during Lent.  I am in charge of posting the daily Gospel readings on our web page, a very helpful task for my spiritual growth.

Our friendly neighbor  came by a while ago bringing  with him a pot of a red  Shanghai Beauty. It would be a lovely partner to my pink ones. They are good planted as borders. My  bottle gourds are  doing nicely. I planted them from seeds two weeks ago. Josef and I made  additional trellis on top of the existing one at the back of the house.  It is really nice to see  them all – the tomato seedlings, eggplant, Thai chilli, okra and water spinach. Even are jackfruit trees are bearing small fruits again. Looking forward to harvesting them in a few months. The fulfillment one gets from gardening, so priceless.

Dance in the rhythm of life.

Happy  Sunday everyone!

 

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“We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine”

I am having a LSS. Yesterday this song was played on Spotify  We  used  Josef’s Bose sound link mini. Imagine three voices blending with this chorus, Nate’s childish almost shouting voice, Nissa’s  lovely voice and mine.

While we were at church today, I remember Nate changing the word “yellow” into gold, green and red whichever took his fancy.The three of us were laughing while the song was being played.  Ah,  the joys of having them around. Listening to the Beatles brings back memories too, good old memories of my childhood.

Earlier in the mass today,  Josef commented that the homily was brief, all of ten minutes. I told him that it was  Pope Francis’ directive to limit delivering homilies in ten minutes.  Pope Francis said the homily “is not a casual discourse, nor a conference or a lesson,” but is rather a way of resuming “that dialogue which has already been opened between the Lord and his people, so that it finds fulfillment in life.”

I really don’t mind a long homily if it has an inspiring content, if it does not lack focus and it is direct to the point. I’d rather listen to practical applications based on the Gospel than something repetitive, sometimes even to the point of quoting some parts of the Gospel just read.  When a priest has delivered the “meat” of his homily in ten minutes flat, that is wonderful. “Please,” he said, “be brief…no more than 10 minutes, please!”  For two masses now since February 7 when Pope Francis touched on this topic, I listened to brief but inspiring homilies. I remember Fr. Lovell  telling me before what they have learned in Homiletics, a seven-minute homily is enough.

Have a good  Sunday everyone! Let us start the week with a smile 🙂

 

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The sky is dotted with grey clouds. I can’t understand this kind of weather. It’s been raining on and off since the start of December. There are times when one o’clock  in the afternoon looks like six in the  evening. That’s how dark it goes sometimes.

It’s been raining since noon today, that kind that stays for a few hours and you won’t want to get out of the house. Nursing your coffee mug, trying to start another  suspense thriller on your tab.  One feels a little lazy  and lethargic.

Three days ago, I found a copy of Paula Hawkins’s second book called Into The Water.  Goodreads  Choice Award 2017 winner under the mystery and thriller category. Back in 2015, her first book The Girl On the Train also won in the same group. I can’t help but compare  her second book to the first one. I actually gave them both three-stars but I like the first one better.  I got confused at first while reading the first few chapters of Into The Water. So many characters,   it’s a compelling read though – mysterious, eerie and full of suspense. I didn’t expect the ending.  I just started on the  Missing Child by Patricia  MacDonald. It’s my first book of this particular author, another suspense and  mystery thriller. The first few chapters are fast-paced, that kind that you would want to pick up again after setting it aside for an hour or two.  It is my 199th read on Goodreads this year. I finished my 150-book challenge  2017 the last week of October and continued on. So many books, so many stories to read, so many talented authors to discover. I guess this is the year that I  found so many authors but they were  not in my bucket list.  Mary Oliver’s poems come in handy when I am feeling low. I always find her works so uplifting.  I wish I could find some of her books here. I think National Book Store does not carry this author. I do read some of her works online though.

Books are the easiest companions you can ever have, they don’t complain, they don’t get mad, they just wait in a corner until you  have the time to hold them again.

What have you been reading lately?

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