In the glimpses of life through nature: The farmland from another summer

Hello hello, dearest hivers! This is crimsonwrites here, signing in, as we set off and embark on our first journey through time, exploring through the vicissitudes of life through the lenses of nature. This would be my first blog work so far, which is focused on sceneries and some reflection. I have readied some of my creative dust into bright glimmer for this article! And to spice things up, I have also readied my cherry-picked pictures of everything green and great!

But before I start, I'd like to introduce our farmland. This is our plot of land, which my parents had together for many decades now. It is only a few hectares wide, and it has a little river system running through it. Over time, my father decided to plant some mahogany trees, some palm trees, and most were fruit trees that grew calamansi, some shadock, jackfruit, durian, and there were others more. Now, lets get into it.

This is the pathway to the main farm where little fruit trees are grown, and this would be the primary view that you could see if you'd cross the river as a way to enter the farmland's perimeters. It is currently a little less maintained, with many shrubbery and unwanted foliage growing around everywhere, but because my father is the only person who's currently maintaining it. Sometimes I'd help him out to keep the land clean and nifty, and to give new plants some space to grow on.

When it was summer, every normal Sunday or another, I would wake up at 4:00 in the early morning, get myself ready for the work we have to do at the farm, bring some boots and trowels and all. Some extra clothes too, just to be prepared. And then we would set off when we were ready to go, in my father's bumpy red jeep. Gazing at the window, I'd take pictures of the dawn slowly breaking through the gaps in the leaves of trees.

And when then morning came, we'd have already arrived at the farmland. I would bring the saplings kept together in black little cellophane pockets with moist dirt in it, as well as the shovels. At the riverside, I'd set off my stuff down on the ground, roll the sleeves of my pants up my knees, hold my stuff back up once more, and cross the gentle river. When I arrived at the other end where the pathway lies, I put my stuff down, had the camera in hold from my pocket, and took some pictures.

After we've crossed every equipment and planting stuff to the other side, we'd start working immediately. My father is a person who values time and action, often sternly, and he'd waste no second when doing things. One by one, I would tend to every fruit tree and make sure its' surroundings are clear, bereft of weed and shrub. It's very tiring at first, and I often take little breaks. As the sun slowly rises into the late morning, it gets hotter and I could feel the heat bite at my skin underneath my jacket.

But after that, we would take a break for an hour to cool down. We would eat breakfast by the river, and after a few mintues, he'd let me bathe on the clear river. On rainy days, the water is slightly turbid and brown. Fortunately, the summer's clear and nice, and so was the water. It was cool and endlessly flowing, and the gravel and sand underneath was soothing to the feel.

Feeling refreshed and cooled down from the bath, I change my clothes and readied myself for the next task to do— planting the fruit tree saplings. But before that, I often sit down by myself on the riverside, and just relax there for a little. While I was gazing at the view before me, I saw some flowers beside the water.

With my shovel, under the hot sun, I'd dig the earth deep, until it had enough depth for the little saplings to be planted in. Slowly, with my hands, I get the cellophane off of its' soil, then I set it down and cover it with some topsoil. My father says its' good for the plants because of the nutrients it has. After planting like 10 saplings or so, he would then call for me to go up the hill when he was finished with his own dozens of saplings. And then it was time to harvest.

We would often harvest alot of fruits and stuff, but we'd usually harvest more calamansi fruits. Sometimes there are cashews, also jackfruits and some wild berries.

While harvesting, I also saw a little catterpillar guy looking at me through the eyes. There are also animals everywhere, alot of chickens and a cow. They make the farmland less silent and more vibrant. I hate the mosquitoes though, they make the harvesting a little pesky. Some less bees, hopefully.

After harvesting, we'd pack everything up as well as our equipments and harvests. As usual, we'd cross the river once again with sacks of harvests and stuff, and load them on the red jeep. My father sometimes forgets his things and leaves them on the farmland across, and it's such a hassle to be the one to find them and bring them back. We would usually drive home without taking any stops or turns. But there was a time that wasn't the usual; we took a stop by the beach and went for another bath.

There is something often magical in beaches after planting calamansi saplings and crossing rivers. Here, the waters are more azure, the waves are gentler, and though the skies aren't much clearer, there is a special balance in white clouds and blue sky. There are less people than usual, and the noise of water crashing on water are more subtle and silent. There is a kind of magic in blue after green. I didn't do much swimming and bathing in the beach. I just sat by the shore and watched the horizon before me.

And now it was finally time to go home. In comparison to other occasions of just farming, tendng to the plants and bathing in the river, this one was a little enchanting. I looked at the calendar while I was in the car, and saw that we were about to leave July. Maybe it made sense, because it was also a little less hotter than usual, and the sunsets had more gray clouds than it usually had. It was a good Sunday, and there were more than just glimpses of life etched in planting trees and blue ocean skies.

And I think this is where I mark the end of my journey for now. Thank you all so much for reading, and I hope you all liked it! I'll make sure to get started on my future content soon, so please stay tuned and I hope you'll all look forward to my future works.

That's all, thank you so much everyone, and once again— this is crimsonwrites here, signing off...

Note: All of the pictures above are taken from my phone's camera. All of the article's contents are not AI-generated, and does not promote the use of AI in article works.