Friday, April 11, 2014

In a garden there’s neither good nor evil

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This is what I wore yesterday. The first time, I think, when I wore out these yellow boots, since they can’t help but make me even shorter than I already look.


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As you can see, our small garden at home is in full bloom (even if the print on my shirt displays bones, though green): the red santan and white and yellow flowers of the lollipop plant.


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I thrifted this pair ages ago, and have always seen the Couber. G label on racks. I love how sturdy they look. Plus I miss the mustard yellow and brown laces from my childhood.


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I wonder why these flowers or the plant that produce them are called lollipops. They look more like corn, no?


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Blurred in front of me is oregano.


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Shirt, Energie
Jacket, Ralph Lauren
Jeans, Bench
Belt, Structure, thrifted
Boots, Couber. G, thrifted


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I’ve never really had a green thumb. Remember your grade school practical arts projects? I think the only plant that thrived under my fingers were the kataka-taka (which only need leaves to reproduce)!


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Here are the branches of the balete (which grew down roots from the air) waiting to be taken by the garbage truck.


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Isn’t it strange that left unattended, trees grow out of control while wooden houses inevitable fall in pitiful disrepair?


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I don’t know about you, but I still prefer full-grown plants to potted ones.


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I still can’t help but feel sorrow for the bonsai. What more plants “thriving” in terrariums (terraria?).


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Though if you think about it, wood and leaves are just made of the same carbon.


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And leather came from the skin of animals. (As rubber came from plants.)


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But enough with the chemistry and biology (subjects I wasn’t particularly good at, though I liked them – just not as much as physics).


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Here I am at our “backyard”, where the tamarind and palm I planted more than a decade ago (together with the old avocado) are taller than houses. And where their spawn nonchalantly grow in concrete cracks.


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No, not like pimples from sebaceous glands.


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There are plans to extend and renovate the house.


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Soon, I’ll be stepping not just on more gravel, but more cut branches and leaves.


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Where oh where will I have my next pictures taken? lol


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Not that we can afford the delay, since the (1980s) house really is crumbling. And the floods are not that far away.


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With the trees go the birds and their songs in the morning.


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I will have to find other places to draw inspiration from.


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Shade under which I can write, and think, and read.


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