Wow, time really does fly fast.
Most of March has already passed.
It is almost summer and the soil is kept dry by the heat.
Dad has the habit of watering the trees and shrubs around the house twice a day, but frequent watering won’t stop the leaves from turning yellow.
I think the potted roses are dying and the daisies are suffering the same fate.
I was planning of growing tomatoes but it would be foolish to do so at this time of the year.
Only two mature patola fruits are left clinging to the vine which has reached its full life.
Any day now its last leaves will fall off.
The santol trees from which it wrapped its vines around have a different story.
From where their small flowers had been, green marble-sized fruits have emerged which, in two months’ time, will swell as big as apples.
When mature, they will have rough yellow skin.
Bunches of santol fruits will surely not escape the prying eyes of neighborhood boys who will try to hit them with sticks and stones.
It will surely be fun to see who can knock down the most number of fruits and who can escape my mom’s loudspeaker of a mouth to scare them away.
I won't mind giving them all away because I don't like sour fruits.
Please correct my sentences. Thank you.
March 2014
Vota ara! 