From My Readings This Morning -Lazy Traveler Blog
Color your world with the beauty of nature. Let the vibrant hues of bougainvillea paint your day with joy, and the lush greenery soothe your soul. Take a deep breath of the fresh, floral-scented air, and let the tranquility of a quiet street wash over you. It's a reminder to slow down and appreciate the simple wonders that surround us, from the clear blue sky above to the colorful blooms at your feet. Find peace in the rhythm of nature, and let it inspire you to create your own masterpiece of life".
Here's a simple write up of a provinciana ( country girl) that I can identify with.
I was a provinciano ( country boy) before I went to College in the University of the Philippines, Dilman, Quezon City.
Here's Jovema's short description of her life in the province residing near the sea.
A life in province jovema 💚
" I could not help but admire the beauty of nature as the sun is trying to hide on the horizon. This was taken during our vacation in the Philippines and one of our bonding was just to sit and watch the sunset and our local fisherman trying to catch fishes. This made me remind of my younger years. Me and my playmates and neighbors would go here and help our local fishermen pull the fishnet from the ocean and when there are fishes, those who helped will have their share. I can vividly remember I got a small tuna as my share and my mother grilled it for the whole family.
This is what I love living in the province. The simplicity of lifestyle. Don't forget the fresh air. You can eat even without spending money. Vegetables are available from your own backyard wherein when you are in the city, everything has a price. I am very vocal when it comes to my homesteading bucket list. To have a simple house to live even with a small lot in the province so I can plant vegetables and fruits in my backyard. You always go back where you belong. I am a probinsyana (country girl)." and I am proud of it.
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Lastly, here's another write-up from Lazy Traveler: It reminded me again of my younger years in the Philippines.
In the stillness of this Philippine street, I hear Lolo’s stories echoing from the balcony, where the night breeze whispered secrets through the blooming fire trees. The warm glow of the lanterns cast long shadows on the cobblestones, just like they did when I was a child, chasing fireflies with my cousins under the starlit sky. 
I can almost smell the faint aroma of Tita’s kapeng barako drifting from the open windows, mingling with the sweet scent of sampaguita flowers cascading over the railings. Those nights felt endless—filled with laughter, the distant strum of a guitar, and the hum of jeepneys passing by. 
The bougainvillea petals, bright against the dark, remind me of simpler times, when we’d sit on the porch, dreaming of far-off places yet never wanting to leave. I miss the way the crickets sang in harmony with the rustling palm trees, wrapping us in the embrace of home.
If I close my eyes, I can still feel the humid air on my skin, carrying whispers of a Philippines I’ll forever cherish
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