Stop And Smell The Flowers

I woke up early this morning and watered the plants. I rarely get to do this because I usually wake up around 6-6:30 a.m., and the house is already chaotic by then. Well, this time, I got to savor the early morning quiet and visit the flowers. In my childhood, I used to plant and grow all sorts of things---mushrooms, roses, dahlias, sunflowers, alembong (literally, flirt), peanuts, corn---and it has been rewarding to see them sprouting their first leaves or opening their buds. When we were living in the city, I didn't have a garden, and even when we moved to our own home, I seemed to have forgotten how wonderful it is to have flowers around. When I became better able in managing my time (see, I have a bit of concept of time after all), I started planting again, hence the numerous mums and daisies we bought in Baguio.

I debated whether I'd cut this rose or let it be, but it's nice seeing fresh flowers inside the house, so I cut it. It's not as fabulous as those sold in florist shops, but it has its own charm---very fragrant and has a very long stem; well, considering that it's a home-grown rose, 2.5 ft of stem is long enough. Lovely day.