“Let us go down to the garden and get some vegetables and spices for our breakfast,” Nanay said as she got up. I went to the kitchen to get her basket and went down with her. The sun was breaking above the horizon to the east, but the morning air was still cool and refreshing.
The garden was colorful with red tomatoes, purple eggplants, green ampalaya, and the yellow flowers of the squash and the white flowers of upo. My father does a good job with plants. “When I retire, I will make a better garden,” I often heard him say. He was so busy with his work that he spent as much time tending it as he could, but he could never devote much time to it. On the other side of the garden were ginger, onions, and garlic. The abana and star apples were bearing fruit. I saw the shiny star apples, some o
