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Sunday, July 8, 2012

weekends...

Chilmark Hay, 1951 by Thomas Hart Benton
then...
my father on dinner time
will tell everyone
to sleep early
and prepare our stuff
for our weekend
in the farm...
from the planting time
and until we see
the golden brown rice
getting ready for harvest.

beautiful sight...
green virgin forest
the chirping of the birds
the sound of the water
from the river.
my mother's lovely voice...
my father's instructions
to the farmers while having their coffee.
me sneaking to the cashew
or to the jackfruit area,
or having the fresh buko juice.
ohhh... those were the days...
those are my happy days...

now...
weekends are not complete
without me and JC
having a drive to a nearby beach
or to the lake
watching boats,
families having a picnic,
or helping his parents
cut the grass
before getting in the pool.
or a drive to visit
either his or my family.
or just a simple ride around.
beautiful!
simply beautiful!..

thank you God!
thank you for the blessings!..


posted for Magpie Tales [link]
photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid [link]
fyi, buko is young coconut fruit...


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have a blessed Sunday 
and great week ahead friends!
enjoy the summer before it's gone...

23 comments:

  1. Your lovely memories made me smile...

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  2. Very beautiful imagery, JJ. Wonderfully written.
    Weekends... I live for them.
    Salalmat po, mahl ko.

    Mahal na mahal kita.

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    1. as I do too... and another weekend is coming for us with my family who loves you dearly... yay!

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  3. I miss sipping freshly cut buko ~

    Thanks for sharing your lovely memories ~

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    1. thanks Grace! you bet! that's one thing that I am missing now with all the humidity here...

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  4. ParengJJ
    Week-ends that are enjoyable are ones we hope for. It's the rewards of the hard work put up the preceding days. You're one lucky guy blessed with such wonderful week-end days. How nice!

    Hank

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    1. I know Pareng Hank!... hope you are having wonderful weekends with your love ones too...

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  5. so peaceful..but I have a feeling that you are the one that makes the difference in your life....your good heart looks out and sees joy and your kind ways bless everyone around you....so happy that you and JC have such a wonderful time ....loved the lines about your father and mother and your sneaking off to the cashews...ha ha

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    1. oh thank you Sister Suz... i dont leave any space for the not so beautiful things to sink in my mind. after all the crazy things that happened before, i only want wonderful thought to occupy my mind esp my heart...

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  6. Beautiful memories of life on a farm! I can see your happiness through your words.

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  7. I especially loved this section:

    >>>>
    my mother's lovely voice...
    my father's instructions
    to the farmers while having their coffee.
    me sneaking to the cashew
    or to the jackfruit area,
    or having the fresh buko juice.
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    So vivid and oh, how I share your memory of sneaking!

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  8. its amazing how those little memories inspire you to keep going
    hows your week end jj

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  9. Ah, I too, did the farm thing. I'm still sneezing from the hay back in Texas, but there's something soothing about being part of the land and soil. Everyone's part of that, whether everyone realizes it or not...

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  10. Well, let's try this again.....must have hit a delete button. A farm in a painting, or the Philippines, or in Texas: A common effort. Everyone is a son of the soil, whether everyone realizes it or not! I'm still sneezing from the hay, but too bad more people don't experience farm life.....

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  11. smiles...really cool...i bet weekends at the farm were pretty amazing as a kid...i know it would have been fascinating to us...and the beach is def a fav place to go...wish i lived closer now...

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  12. Evocative and grateful, thanks!

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  13. Life is a blessing... if we can only remember when we are living our simple lives.

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  14. It is good and gracious to be thankful for our blessings...two fold!

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  15. There's a lot of remembered happiness in your lovely words.

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  16. The picture stirred some lovely happy memories for you.

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  17. Life on the farm is so natural and fresh compared to a working life in a metropolis. Those rural connections are blessings and cry to be revisited frequently. I love your enthusiasm for the farm, JJ. Thank you. =D

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  18. I never wanted to live on a farm although I had friends who owned farms. Your piece could make me change my mind!

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