On Sunday i shall be leaving for Johor. i expect myself to hibernate and relax over there, visit the beaches surrounding Pontian, then to Pulau Kukup, then a second visitation to tanjung piai. i miss the long stretch of road surrounded by kebun nenas, the nice tomyam with fresh udang, the pisang goreng with sambal kicap, and the women on bicycles.
All of this and of course, the mandatory assignment to learn whatever there is to learn about coal fired power plants and how to operate them. I seem to resign myself to reading contracts and agreements too often I have forgotten all there is about engineering.
These days I content myself by buying some seeds every month or so; I never seem to water them enough so they wither all too quickly in this hot weather. But I have got my lettuce growing, the dahlia about to emerge from the ground, and the lemon basil has now got four leaves. All is well. Last week I found some sunflower seeds, and they seem like a nice thing to grow and see.
Father says in order to grow plants, you have got to speak to them every day. For they too are living beings which can hear and understand what we say. They too, need love. This reminds me of the mango tree that Kak Arleena talked about in front of her house, whose fruits she’d only take one at a time, during the season. One day her relatives came, and shook the tree, took all but one mango, and thereafter tree did not bear any fruit for years.
Even trees need healing.
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