Up Plant Down

Typhoon Glenda's howling, more than 150kph winds brought down the fortune plant next to our apartment, practically inhibiting our egress. So I had to do what needs to be done - put the tall, heavy plant back where it belongs. That was when Glenda decided to pour her torrential rain.

Needless to say, my lower back and both thighs were groaning the day after from all that exertion. Oh well, at least it was not a mango or narra tree that went down, otherwise I would have to put on my monkey suit and clamber over just to get out of our home.

A Pair of Sleepers

I opened my eyes. I slowly turned my head to my left and looked at my wife. She was also beginning to stir from her sleep. I turned my gaze towards the clock. Almost 6 am! We woke up later than we used to. What even made it more strange was the fact that for the first time in months we did not need the comfort provided by our room air conditioner or electric fan. Outside our window I could hear  rainfall like the sound of a roaring cascade. Ah, perhaps that was the reason for our extended slumber.


It was Saturday morning. Normal folks, people who worked hard during the week usually wake up late on Saturday mornings. But not us. For us Saturdays are often spent birding which behooves waking up   in the dark hours between midnight and dawn. In fact that was our original plan. However, prudence dictated that we abandon such plans because of the inclement weather. (You should meet prudence - she always gives sound advice). 


So here we are on a gloomy Saturday still lying in bed at this time of the morning. We snuggled close together and slowly drifted back into sleep lulled by the lullaby of the raindrops.


Breakfast can wait.