GONE ARE THE DAYS... SO SAD SO SWEET THE DAYS ARE NO MORE

Often wander why this so called brain never stop functioning... Lately this very ultra urban city girl in me is slowly turning rural somehow... Really by now tired of all these so called glamour, fast moving metro life... ohh my soul... just wanna run away to some lonely quiet place and give peace a chance to my weary tiresome bones and soul. The other day, mom & dad rang me up and describe some of the plants & vegs growing in the garden. My parents are never away from illness... poor them... they've worked too hard for us (4 siblings) with a meager source of income... I still remember how dad was raised by his mom singlehanded after his dad died while he was at his early tender age (hmm dad never got to see his father's face). God has been faithful... indeed his grace was more than sufficient for us all through all phases... Sometimes i do agree to people saying that you though men invented towns & cities, God invented village... am still reminded and all my visits always reassured me of that. Its lovely to be playing carelessly in the garden where the spring started to tease you with birds singing and green tender leaves sprouting. Oh i still vividly remember my old peach tree where i climb and often shake the whole branches and my old pals gathering flowers from below... Our knees bear the signature of our deadly adventurous lifestyle... ha ha till to date... i do bear one. Lovely... the fresh cool dew drops on the grasses.... mom was a kind of self ordain nurse... she would wake us early and insist us to walk on the grasses... she was told that it helps a person to have good eye sight and blood pressure...(oh dear mamma...). That very harvest season, our family were together and since my dad & mom with the kind help our our relatives around, planted some paddies .... we were over excited to cultivate the same and as the harvest season draws... we can't stop discussing about our own golden grains. A good season to remember and the best harvest we had... and the night... we prayed to our good Lord for all the manifold blessings... I know... as the year goes on, all these memories will soon become a thing of past, but the legacy of love and thanksgiving sown during those times.... it will continue to grow in me. Memories that i can't repay...