Lately I’ve been plagued by botanic wonders. .
First, a large balete tree popped up one morning and devoured a whole apartment next door.
The occupants must have been too comatosed for decades to thwart the onslaught or are extremely busy these past years pondering about a new dwelling.
NEXT. For cost-cutting purposes, the moratorium banning Christmas trees on all government offices, still holds this year. Which means we are in for another violation of one of those Executive craps.
Or, we can be responsible citizens and surrender our elastic fir tree to the building administrator while a neatly-pressed bureaucrat kicks off the season by lighting a thousand-megawatted-tree outside the lobby.
Are you not entertained?!
Lastly, a tiny leaf glided its way into my privacy one evening striking me blind and crazy. It has a peculiar form not the sort from around here somewhere. I checked outside the window the next morning for her mother unit and there it sits.
Perched smartly at the rainspout – waving, bathing at the sun.