Flower Power


My office is right smack in the middle of Legaspi Village. The building affords us a view of the lush greens of Legaspi Park where I love to pass by every morning especially during summer when all the kalachuchi trees are in full bloom. Kalachuchi reminds me so much about my childhood in my Lola Milings house. She has two or three kalachuchi trees in her yard and I’m lovin it when the white, red, and pink flowers start falling. And their scent, although not universally appealing, never fail to enchant my sense of smell.

3 Comments so far

  1. toni (unregistered) on October 10th, 2006 @ 2:18 pm

    That is so true. The scent of calachuchi takes me back to my childhood. I remember picking up fallen flowers in my grandparents’ backyard.

  2. rach (unregistered) on October 11th, 2006 @ 10:31 pm

    There’s a calachuchi tree in the street where I grew up. I remember picking the flowers that have fallen on the ground and using them as an “ingredient” for “luto-lutuan”.

  3. juOn (unregistered) on October 12th, 2006 @ 9:00 am

    @Rach hahaha. That’s how I started my love for cooking as well. Picking flowers and leaves and chopping and cooking them in a stew. Man, I miss the simple joys of childhood.

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