I woke up to a pleasant morning and immediately noticed the leaves scattered on the ground. One of my morning routine is sweeping up these leaves, along with other scattered debris like plastics and duck feathers.
I do this after drinking hot milk and eating bread; it also serves as exercise for me, haha. Sweeping the front and back of our house takes about an hour, especially when my child bothers me, tried to take the broom away, and wants to sweep too, haha. However, I do get annoyed at time, especially when I just want to finish the task as soon as possible.
After sweeping, I needed to bathe myself and my child—obviously to avoid smelling bad ,haha, and also so my child would feel fresh because of the hot weather. We also eat out lunch, and I got my child down for a nap. However, it was around 12:000 AM; that time we were in the room, and he already asleep when it suddenly got noisy outside. It was the harvester reaping the rice crops right below our house. I got annoyed because the noise would wake my child up, even though he had only been asleep for about an hour.
He woke up because of the noise and immediately wanted to go out and watch the harvester—tsk! Once he wakes up, he refuses to go back to sleep again, and I end up being the sleepy one, haha. By the way, the two people in the photo are the owners of the rice field that is being harvested.
We went outside and approached the owners of the rice fields. One of the topics we discussed was the fruit of the Bignay tree, or Bugnay, as we call it. She noticed that there were a lot of fruits—including ripe, black ones—high up in the tree; she pointed it out to me, and I saw for myself how plentiful the fruit was. However, the red ones outnumbered the ripe ones; the red fruits are not yet ready to eat due to their sourness.
Just look at how much fruit there is—its hard to see clearly in my pictures because it's blurry (sorry about that), but I can tell there is lots of fruits. Not many children come here and pick the fruits anymore because of the large black ants living in the tree; their bites are painful. Children are afraid to climb it now—unlike back when I was young and we used to climb it whenever it bore fruit. The owner of the rice field also has many fond memories of this Bugnay tree; she and her cousins would always revisit it whenever it was in season, and she happily shared those stories with me while laughing.
I went near the tree and found some fruit within reach, so I picked a black one and tasted it. It was a bit sour, though—I'm not sure why; perhaps because the fruit in this particular spot doesn't get much sunlight. I remember Bignay fruit usually being really sweet once it turns black, or maybe it just turns sour as it ages. Lol.
Still, I'll get to taste the fruit properly once they're all black, because I'll ask my husband to get some for me. Haha.
Anyway, we went inside my child's house because thunder was rumbling and the sky was turning dark, signaling and approaching rain. It has been raining here every afternoon for the past few days, and my child is afraid of the thunder.
It turned out there were only three people hauling the harvested rice; because there were so few of them, they got caught in the rain while transporting the harvest, and the drop-off point was quite a distance away. The rice-and the workers themselves-most likely got soaked.
Despite the noisy Harvester, it turned out I had a great conversation with the rice field owner because of the Bignay tree we laughed over their past memories. I discovered also that our Bignay tree was laden with fruit—something I hadn't noticed before, as I rarely visit that part of the area in our yard.
That's all for today, Thankyou for reading and supporting my blog. I really really appreciate it. Take care and have some rest, Peace and Love. 💐✨
The cover of this blog I edited on Chatgpt but all the pictures I use are all mine.
