anna lee's Site

I come home to a bright cozy breezy abode amidst rice fields and mahogany trees whenever time permits me to. Surrounding it is Mama's garden - a rich wide escalating patch of green dotted with pinks, reds, yellows, oranges, violets and whites. One side sits right next to the street but I never felt exposed. The neighbors on the other side of the street can probably watch me breathe but here - being carefree is second nature.  






















Here I can watch the sun climb its way up the mountain with that single lonely tree atop it.

I can laugh with the timbabaras birds as they play with our dogs and cats every morning.

I can feed the birds and the chickens with as much corn as they like.

I can lay on the couch all day reading my current favorite novel.

I can literally dance in the rain.

I can take long naps in the duyan at the bahay kubo.

I can sit at the front stairs waiting for a plant's scientific name to pop in my head - and laugh at how hideous it sounded and how utterly stupid my pastime was.





There are no exotic plants here, just the usual plants any average Mom would put in garden. The garden had no architectural plan, no sophisticated watering and lighting systems, no trimming schedules, no sweaty hardworking hardineros.

Mama just placed everything where it felt most comfortable. Like her garden, she's never complicated nor loud. Like her plants, she's stable, strong and well-placed. Like her flowers, she's simple and beautiful and stood out just by being herself. Always.    

It's not grand, it's not magazine-worthy, but here I love every nook & cranny. In its simplicity I find an exquisite treat - peace, quiet, happiness and love only Mama can give.