a feast and a funeral

I love the smell of sampaguita. When I, my brothers and my sister were just children, we have a large shrub of sampaguita grown in our front yard, just beside the wooden gate and with all the other trees, and flowering and vegetable plants. The white flowers’ sweet scent would perfume the whole yard, especially in the early morning and on the month of May.

sampaguita (image from Google)

Today, we’ve lost all our trees and shrubs in the front yard, except for one that’s still standing at the backyard. And also today, it seems sampaguita could just be seen on the streets being sold outside churches, worn as garlands by graduates and for guests, and is placed on religious symbols. Continue reading