Wednesday, July 2, 2008


Today´s temperature was 38 degrees celsius. I was sweating like an Amish farmer plowing a field of 50 hectares with a horse. To think that I was barely moving and was just reading a book. But I'm not complaining. I like it here when it's hot! hahahahaha

Everybody is blaming global warming/cooling for the climate change. I am not so sure. I just know that for every action is a reaction. You cut a tree, you have less shade. You switch on all your appliances, the temperature will rise. You use an abanico (a fan made of anahaw leaves native to the Philippines), you save energy! hahahahahaha

So next time you plan on chopping down that Kamagong tree that obstructs your glorious view of your neighbor's living room, think again and try to remember Kilmer´s TREES.

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast

A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair

Upon whose bosom snow has lain
Who intimately lives with rain
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.


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mel said...

hard to imagine you plowing a 50-hectare field hahaha. reading a good book in a hammock under the shade of a tree fits you more hehe.

++retno said...

what is abanico, maris? i've been thinking about hengelo a lot lately, i don't know why. maybe because i miss you? ;)


Droomvla said...

Retno, thanks for dropping by. Come and visit me. I´ll call you sometime this weekend. Jangen kangen loh. hehehe Cium jauh teman ku. :)

Mel, I left the hammock in Sorsee but perhaps I should get one here! hahahaha

Berto and Lotto, thanks for your comments.

maricel said...

Hi zuster!!Hope to read more from this writer..bwahaha

lina said...

THE TREES AROUND OUR YARD ARE THE ENVY OF MANY PASSERSBY. You see, I planted a tree everytime I give birth to a child. I used to tell my children that these trees are the only gifts I can well afford to give them.