Terribly missing the trees
while vainly trying to summon some cool breeze
All a product of progress
I have been to spaces so small that I literally gasped for air. Some were rows and rows of structures with no or very little greenery in sight. I know that’s just how it is. We want progress, we troop to the cities; we have just bit spaces. We want civilization, so we now have what we have. We can’t complain. There are always trade-offs. But I really miss the trees and all the greenery.
Now let’s reminisce some more
(As if we could ever turn back time)
When we were young, we didn’t really plant guavas but they were everywhere, right for our picking, which we didn’t really pick that much though (when there’s too much of something, we tend to forget its significance or existence). But we also grew up amidst caimitos, chicos, mangoes, mahogany, ipil-ipil, tugas, jackfruit and many other trees. Every house had its own garden of camote, chili, tomatoes, corn, eggplant, papaya, malunggay, you name it. We didn’t have to buy niyog because sometimes they’d just fall down when they wanted to, virtually unminded unless it’s the copra season. And buko was never considered a luxury, something that could hurt the finances if had every day.
Those were the days indeed
It turns out I’m not alone with the missing. I had one client who so wanted to have some greenery, too. She conveyed: she wanted that greenery and a much nicer place still for her fridge, TV, internet, and all the high-technology stuff. She wanted a vast green space for her early morning or late afternoon strolls and for the air, the view, and the shade. All that, and then – a chance at a bit more “privacy.”
Too much to ask
I just nodded to her long list of requirements. But of course I knew exactly how she felt. Trade-off. Not that there aren’t places where we can have it all; there are a lot, but none for the mere mortals like the most of us. They’re just too expensive. Well, the client did get something with a bit of what she wanted but I knew she wasn’t really going to smile all the way to her sleep with her new abode.
Cramped as a packed train
Though she will get used to it, every once in a while she too will resent the constricted space.
Space, space, space… now that is a problem
Before, space was almost limitless. Now, even in the provinces, it’s getting more and more constricted, and the children I guess just won’t have a chance anymore to see a real growing tomato or climb a coconut tree for buko.
Rey Valera as shown on http://www.philstar.com/sunday-life/2015/05/24/1457911/how-can-mango-tree-make-me-so-happy