One week away from home.
Scanning through my cellphone and I found these gems.
It was the weekend again. The weekend when we went to my grandparents' place.
As usual, we started our walk early but the ordinary hours of the walk became an hour more for the reason that we stopped by the roadside to take some photos. We’ve been there many times but we still didn’t get tired of its glamour.
That weekend, our planned activity was harvesting corn that my grandmother cultivated.
At the age of 82, she is still working on the farm at the same time she is a secretary doing public works for their barangay. She is amazing, isn’t she?
When we arrived, my grandma already prepared our breakfast. As a grandmother who always makes sure that her grandkids are well-fed.
We ate our food then I and my sister went to the cornfield to harvest while my grandma pastured the animals.
While I and my sister did the harvest we saw wild guava fruits. Guava trees are everywhere. Those were accidental and escaped cultivated, spread by the birds.
We decided to eat some for we forgot to bring our snacks.
Nature had its way to provide for our hungry stomachs.
My grandmother and mother arrived. We were surprised by the appearance of our mother. We didn’t know she would come and help us.
My mother is a teacher, and teachers amidst this pandemic are always busy with their student modules, reports, and everything. We greeted her and went back to work.
They look for a shady area to peel the corn, and put them into the sack while I and my sister continued the harvesting.
Harvesting corn is easy you just have to hold the corn firmly and pull it off its stalk.
When we finished our harvest. We helped our grandmother and mother in peeling. While peeling, we got advice and lessons. What should we expect with grannies? They are the best at giving advice. Who can escape their endless sermon?
We were still peeling when the clouds started to get dark. Glad, we didn’t forget to bring an umbrella. We hurried to put the corn into the sack. My mother hurried to carry a sack of corn to the house. We told her not to but she insisted, we had no choice but to let her. Whatever makes her happy.
My sister and I, waited for the rain to stop but the rain was pouring so heavy and the place was getting cold so we decided to go back to the house.
We just talked random things over coffee. After hours, the rain had stopped. We went out of the house to get the corn but to our surprise, they were already on the terrace. A good person carried them and brought them there even when it was raining. It wasn’t a big deal for my grandparents and mom but it touched my heart.
Since the person who knows who already kept the corn, we decided to look for guava again. We hadn’t had enough of its natural sweetness.
At 5 pm. We decided to start our way back home.
One of the things I appreciate about the countryside is the guarantee of support and the kindness we receive from the people around us. They have more sense of camaraderie than city people. Cities have good people too but most of the time they have a busier pace of life missing possible friendship next door.
And one of the things I love about this countryside is the endless sermon I get from my grandparents, their lessons are the best guide to life.
