The Simple Life: Musings at a Nueva Ecija Farm

The sun was beginning to cast its golden rays on the green landscape when we arrived at the farm. Isolated stretches of thin and wispy cirrus clouds framed against the backdrop of a deep blue sky reflected off the still waters of the fish pond. Pairs of ducks would dart from time to time across the pond, churning up ripples of water and gently displacing clumps of green lilies in their wake. We slowly made our way to the native hut in the middle of the pool even as multifarious species of birds broke cover, scooting playfully from tree to tree.