the gift of rain

just a moment ago, i got a post at my fb wall from brenda: "you wanted rain, you got it! refreshing, wasn't it?"
that was the only time i remembered that when i had them as guests for lunch at La Huerta, last week, it rained a little, cooled down what was otherwise scorching farm heat, drenched the parched earth and i was shouting for joy, to say the least, and was saying, i have been praying for this rain!
i have always trusted in the force to know that what is due is given, in time. so, inspite of the norain week before that very brief shower, i knew it was coming, and it did! bwahahaha! and i always welcome the gift of rain, sans floods.

10. a re-discovered treasure: my yellow ikea sheets to match my yellow windows!

11. glistening colours of felled leaves strewn all over my yard

12. a quick and hearty breakfast by nicolei bel

life is good, albeit rains!

gifts. as i see them.

ned's words of wisdom:
the law of the harvest -
you reap what you sow,
but first you must sow.


7. life is sweet with an ear of sweet corn.


8. i paint my world colourful.


9. the beast is a beauty.


life is good. bwahahaha!

gifts.

the weekend was certainly rainy. . .
and that is another gift. . .

4. early morning alone time to journal and enjoy a fresh brew at the veranda

5. the chance to relax at ugu's place in tiaong, quezon

6. discovering good food off the beaten track at patis tito in san pablo

beautiful

i feel beautiful inside
and that is beautiful enough for me.

i don't want to look younger,
i just want to look great
any age am in.

i think, therefore,
i am. . .

bwahahaha!

gifts.

today, i start the second half of the year. . .

i would love to have started this in january,

but any new day is a beginning, a start, a commencement. . .

so today, in the middle of the year,

i am starting my list. . .

my very special list.
my list of one thousand gifts.
i am writing them down, one to one thousand.

not of gifts i want. but gifts i have.

1. early morning sunshine on my ferns

2. sunlight through the cracks of the empty walls of Cafe Des Artes

3. inggay, jen and manilyn for the breakfast, the clean yard and the laughter