Who would have thought that a field of wild grass like cogon and bamboo, with soil as muddy and sticky as clay, can be transformed into an oasis of calm for all folk tired of the daily grind in the concrete jungle? That an area of dry, open land would become a sanctuary for resident and migrant birds in the midst of catchers and noise?
Little did we know that when the hubby envisioned his hobby farm in the hills of Tanay that this was what we were going to get. A decade later, nurturing nature, we have carved out a space for us where not only do trees and flowers grow but where us mortals are healed by Mother Nature.
The cycle of life is a miracle. As certain that tomorrow will come, there will be small things to marvel at like colorful insects and bugs concealed in leaves; the change from seed to pod to flowers to fruits. There will be big things to marvel at like sunrise and sunset. To soothe the body and soul, we listen to a symphony of leaves rustling, cicadas buzzing and birds singing. Surely there is no better place to be than on this space we share with kindred souls, for generations to come - nature at its best. We are thankful and are blessed.