On the first day of 2018: lunch at the farm

On the first day of 2018, we had lunch at the farm with my mother's side of the family. This farm is located in Surallah town, some 15- to 20-minute drive from Banga. The roads are paved for about three-fourths of the way. As one reaches New Antique, one encounters the dirt road: dusty, bumpy, but full of greenery on both sides.



I haven't been in this farm for about a decade. Everything looked smaller.

Our potluck lunch was beside the fishpond where my cousins attempted to get a decent number of tilapia.

My brothers and I went along with Tatay to visit the mahogany he'd planted years before. He was hoping to grow them for the time when we'd need wood for furniture, should we have houses of our own.





I don't really buy corn in Manila because we plant them right here.



Bamboo.



Durian.



Marang.



We saw ripe banana hanging from the plant and decided to harvest it by cutting the stem to bring the fruit down to the ground.



We took home with us many fruit, most of which we left in Lola's house in Banga. Ah, the joys of provincial life.