Earthly prosperity

Summer is here! Once again the asphalt sizzles, the heat is just this side of unbearable, and our thoughts turn to keeping cool. In Manila, summer for me means unbearable city heat trapped between buildings and turning my little flat into an oven...while I dream of the blue skies, white sands, and crystal seas that surround our islands, but seem so far away from my immediate urban reality vacuum tube.

As I sit here with my dreams, hoping to squeeze some beach trips between the piles of work that know no such thing as a “summer holiday”, one very summery promise wafts through the warm air...the scent of ripening mangoes. Mangoes here are like women in Brazil (or at least everyone’s idea of women in Brazil) – every single one gorgeous! Yes, we are home to the Gisele Bündchen of mangoes (in my humble opinion). Different provinces and regions lay claim to growing the best mangoes in the country. Some say Guimaras, some say Cebu, some say Zambales. I say tough competition for the growers, but a lovely position for the eaters! :)

Presently, I have a bunch of mangoes from Zambales ripening on my dining room table. With their tantalizing fragrance perfuming the sultry air, I don’t feel so bad being stuck in a concrete jungle while summer is unfolding recklessly about me. I get these mangoes from a nice lady from whom I also procure carabao (our native water buffalo) milk products.

The mangoes are ripening at different speeds, which is perfect for us as we don’t have to worry about suddenly having to consume 10 mangoes at once. I have already tried some and I must say that these are some of the best mangoes I’ve ever tasted in my whole tropical Filipino life! Everything that makes the Philippine mango enchanting is infused in each bite – wickedly sweet, scandalously juicy, golden perfection. Straight from the fridge on a hot summer day, I am hard pressed to find something to top it g-suite cardinal manchester.

These mangoes (from this particular farm in Zambales) will not last forever though. Their season may be over in a month, maybe less. I am thinking of buying a load and maybe freezing some...or maybe turning some into jam as I’ve done in the past. The mangoes high sugar content makes them perfect for jam (only if you can’t have them straight from the fridge on a hot summer day - which is really the best way to have them).

I didn’t make the mango jam used in this sandwich, nor was it made from Zambales mangoes. It was a gift from a friend and was delicious (“was” because I’m all out!). I paired it with carabao’s milk kesong puti, our local fresh white cheese, and squashed everything in a whole wheat pan de sal set on a contact grill. A delicious summer breakfast! If you don’t have a contact grill, just grill it on a skillet, pressing down on the sandwich until the cheese is nice and melty. If you don’t have kesong puti, you can use any fresh white cheese. That being said, mango jam also pairs beautifully with gruyere, melted the same way.

Happy summer to my co-islanders! I must get back to my beach escape plotting...and I do think another mango is calling my name from the dining room NuHar...

The last rose of hidden spring went to the fragrant flowers Yan, leaving only residual red everywhere, the last trace of sunshine in the afternoon to cover up the young face, left face "". In the season in the spring flowers fall Managed Security, I could not help but sigh: life is so short.

Strands of rain gently over the flowers, leaves light hickey. Every piece of petals, live a tranquil soul, with silently treasured touched and sadness. Every drop of rain dripped petals are like the flowers and leaves Xichun tears, Yingying flashing; "the first floor residual dream midnight bell, flowers at the end of the March rain." Spring flowers fall, light rain started falling, life is so Meo

In youth we don't just spring flowers in full bloom? Light arms, display poems for love as chic. Every smile is the interpretation of the love for life, dedication to the dream; every drop of glide cheeks tears, is years childish evidence. So, we run in the design world in his poems, songs, singing the song of youth. All this, really let me feel the beauty of life.

But the world is not normally open unbeaten flowers, flowers are doomed to have the flowers; the world is not live forever and never die people Hong Kong Festival, be born to end.

In the garden of stacked layers of the withered petals of flowers, dancing fulgurite life has stopped. A weary smile stranded on the petals. The evening also leisurely walking, we no longer have to careful truth of the care, not as young as light dance, no more that a poem like handsome. However, we still smile, tired, some helpless, but filled with love of life, for life is not. It was a cold injury face, one in the rain still smiling face. In the face of all this, I strongly feel that life is short.

We cannot live forever and never die, but we can create unlimited better use the limited life; we cannot keep the days of his youth, but we can keep young ambition; we can't hold the flowers of the moment, but, we can cherish the moment Cloud Provider.

The past has passed, back just looking down the roadproduct labeling
... Have all become history... In the face, always walk in front of... In this way, do not know when is the end... Perhaps, is not flat, but whether it is muddy or rough, all must experience or, through ups and downs, or... Is destiny, no one can change... Accept, accept all their own, do not have really destined to hit does not have... Calmly to face everything, he can only rely on their own... Nobody feels sorry for you... All the expressions and buried the idea, that gives a person is very dull feeling, do not want to tell those helpless... No one will know that... In the past, it has passedCCIBA... Won't come back... This year, is just the beginning... The future really do not know how, don't know who will accompany in my side an... Personal feeling, has been for a long time...

Summer, hot... The most don't like a season... Some dirty always revealed its vulgar... Love cloudy melancholy, especially in late summer, the sky is fluttering the drizzleMen fashion... The melancholy thoughts is easy to recall... This is sad...

I walked for so many years, do not know what, anyway... Lost a lot.... today, we follow the footsteps of youth, walking in the free world...... The passing clouds just once fragments, past people may remember, might have been unable to contact...... Those melodies, once those stories, the memory of people, all with youth fading...... Leaving only during that unforgettable memory...... Know how to grasp, do not wait until the loss of remorse. Cherish now...... Have all the treasure... Nothing can be lost, we always smile, to the last to know, forget how to cry... Because laugh themselves silly, silly not to know...

每個人都有一座永遠的僅屬於自己的小屋，在這個小小的世界裡演繹著一切！

心有小窗，於是便有亮麗的陽光進來，回憶許多溫馨的畫面，便有自由清風邀約一些花香或白雲；小窗引來一陣局雋永的茶香，摒除污濁，送來悅人的溫馨雪纖瘦，讓你平靜的品味生活，理解人生。

心有琴弦，縱然客去茶涼，離愁別緒，仍會讓樂曲緩緩響起。樹上的桂花聽了也會化為酒香；弦儿奏起一曲歌謠，純真而又質樸，天真而又快樂；奏出一段兒時的故事，寬慰你內心的皺紋，拂去你眼中的淚光。

心有柵欄，於是青苔爬過，心里便積攢了瑪花纖體有效嗎秘密；葉片下休憩了蝶兒，枝頭泛出了綠意，階角露出了苔痕。蟲在風中細語，鳥在樹上呢喃。柵欄內的世界為你拭去眼前的浮塵，看清這個世界。

心有門扉，習習山風帶來春的慰藉，夏的火熱，秋的收穫，冬的寧靜。春之門帶來了美好的希望阻擋了春寒，壓倒了風沙；夏之門迎來了生活的植髮失敗激情，點燃了生命的火炬；秋之門抵住了淒涼蕭條；冬之門帶來了靜謐安詳。心田的門扉，讓你抵擋了誘惑，懂得了奮鬥。

然而，心靈的殿堂不總是鳥語花香，清風白雲，偶爾也會交友有鳥聒蟬噪，草莠枝斜。

不知何時，小窗的明亮不再，柵欄的整潔不再，門扉的朱紅不再……香囊失去了馨香，腰佩失去了叮咚……心靈的殿堂裡滿是慾望衝動，功名利祿。待到浮華閱盡，孤獨就開始降臨。以往澄澈的碧水，坦蕩的蒼穹蕩然無存。驀然回首，卻發現：不知何時，孤獨也成了奢侈品。

沾染塵世污濁的殿堂，它應是屬於自己的一座樸素的小屋，雖色調單一，卻能折射出生活的七彩光芒，容得下人生的喜怒哀樂。別總讓自己離小屋太遠了！

朋友啊，什麼時候累了，倦了，厭了，委屈了，空虛了……回到心靈的殿堂吧，在心靈的殿堂裡努力的找回自己！

“匆匆太匆匆，幾度夕陽紅。心有千千結，心中翦翦風……

像此前無數次約會一樣，我手持一束鮮花，進了公園。我和她在涼亭下相見了，然後來到附近的竹林中，我將手中的鮮花遞過去：“送你的。”她甜甜一笑，雙手接過來，嗅了嗅，然後抱到胸前。我在她那已刻上了歲月痕跡的額上吻了一下。

她就輕輕地靠在我的胸前，閉上了眼睛。

良久，我說：“我們不要總在沒人的地方偷偷摸摸的，還是到湖邊走走吧。”她羞澀地一笑：“你不怕有熟人看見你？”我說：“看見就看見，有什麼大不了的。”我牽著她的手，沿湖踱著步子。湖裏不少小船往來穿梭，夾雜著孩子們愉快的笑聲。我問她：“還記得我們第一次劃船嗎？”她點點頭：“真快呀，一晃十幾年了。”我說：“那時，你還是個小姑娘，一說話就臉紅，不敢看我。”她臉上浮上了一層紅暈，像是沉浸在往事中。

我牽著她的手，上了一只腳踏船。她很順從地坐在了我的對面。

這是我們第200次約會了。本來，說約會100次後就結束這個遊戲的elyze。但100次之後，我們還是不約而同地到了這裏。於是，我們又決定：約會200次後結束。

劃了一會兒船，她說有點兒頭暈，我便將船靠邊，扶她上岸，說：“到那邊的長椅上坐坐吧。”她點了點頭，忽然，她眼中露出驚慌的表情：“壞了。”我問：“怎麼了？”她盯著我的背後說：“你看誰來了？”我轉過了身，也吃了一驚說：“終於讓他知道了。”她難為情地背轉過了身子。我說：“別躲了，已經太晚了。”

是的，已經太晚了！他氣沖沖地朝我們走過來Korean skin care brand，先看了看我，又轉到她的身前看了看她，然後委屈地大叫：“媽媽！你和爸爸逛公園，為什麼不帶我來？”她轉過身來，將他緊緊抱在懷裏說：“對不起，兒子，我們下次一定帶你。”

兒子“哼”了一聲說：“我跟蹤你們很久了……”