Home Sweet HOME

I had a wonderful summer vacation at Fernland. My sister lives in a cozy rancher with her family and her yard has plenty to showcase for garden enthusiast like me. On her beautiful garden: Ornamental plants such as blooming arrays of healthy daisy seemed to welcome us with a smile  showing its radiance of color, gladiolas on the way to main entrance door, climbing clematis on its trellis about to swirl its vines and loops to the gutter of the roof of their house. Lots of   shrubs beside a tiny pond with bright yellow dazzling flowers, too many hanging baskets filled with assorted colors of petunia, variety of roses in its colorful colors and the most amazing is the mint colored petals of a very distinct rose side by side with the sprawling maroon colored shrubs. I forgot the name, it has a bell at the tip of my tongue. They have maple trees, cherry trees, apple trees and other trees I did not ask. Anyway I enjoyed watching the robins as they chirped and flew, and stayed for a while on top of the trees bearing red berries. What a sight, it seemed endless. My sister has a green thumb, a good gardener and it shows perfectly on her amazing garden where trees, shrubs, flowers and veggies grow in a very healthy way.

My trees are the post of the house, the sturdy wood on the wall, the wood flooring, cabinets and cupboards, tables and chairs, include the china cabinet. My kind of flowers are fake, made of artificial soft silk and satin. The fruits are bought from the supermarket and stays in the fridge or canned fruits. We may have different appreciation of the way we see things, on being objective and subjective on the nature of things but we appreciate ourselves as sisters through thick and thin. We eat the same kind of food, we binge on several favorites, she cooked great food and desserts to my amazement.

She's a great cook and so do I but...
I don't know if I could match her patience, her passion and desire to grow plants and till the land for its fruit bearing trees, and ornamental plants which give flowers and beautiful foliage. One in the family who tends to the garden is good enough. My husband is just like her having green thumb, my father has it too. I want to be different. I have my own aspiration, as much as own dream and desire, goal and whatever one makes for the pursuit of truth and happiness let them have their passion. My passion as it always be is something different from anybody else as I tend or tried to be original. I hate following. I want to lead myself and if there will be followers it's just okay with me.

I don't follow where I lead. It's great to be a leader to one just follower ---myself.

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