New Year in the farm

We welcomed 2020 with a leisurely lunch at my aunt's property in Banga, South Cotabato. Her farm is beside the river, which we used to cross, disregarding any threats of leptospirosis or water-borne infections, our slippers on our hands, our feet sucked in by sand beneath. Yesterday's heat wasn't assaulting. Throughout the afternoon we were welcomed with threats of rain which never materialized. At least the clouds hung over us like sleepy blankets; I was able to get a healthy dose of afternoon siesta. Thank you, Lord, for this and for many more unimaginable things You've blessed me with.