a day at the farm

I miss the farmlife..perhaps the rural life of my childhood is catching up with me especially these days. So when a friend offered her parcel of land down south ( with a friendly price of course ! My heart leaped and skipped a bit,) I thought ,this is going to be my playground. Five years after, haven't done anything about it .Ha!
Until early last year, I started getting some sense and tried my greenhorn hands on the soil. There is just the mountain beaming at me , that's all i care about.My brother sketched the farmhouse, I did some trial-and error with tropical plants.And my naive heart wanted a pond. Doesn't exactly know how to make it work.
Still at it though, this is a story in progress, you would see the house built using oldwood and riverstones laid out by the Igorots, the "kubo " hut as an outdoor kitchen, the pond, and evrything else in waiting..
The flowers thrive at last!