And to think the real McCoy El Niño is expected to visit us and linger around May to June 2026.
Meanwhile…
** Sun is glaringly fiery from nine am to three pm, so some of our plants are turning brown: dead (Chocolate Hills in Bohol are turning golden brown) (choco indeed!!!)
** three to four steps to our gate is like you’re trekking on ciders and glowing coals
**empty streets- no one around except that lad with an umbrella and that daring cat
** bald bougainvillea's, flowers are all on the ground, pale and dry,
wilted avocado and mango leaves
I’ve got three cotton T-shirts I switch from one to another, all with white splotches of sweat that dried up, feeling sweaty and icky all the time
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The upside of the whole enchilada?
Birds are cawing and chirping, celebrating life. At least, I’ve got company here.
Birds don’t seem to bother about the heat, El Niño, or sweat.
I envy them. Because of the heat, you can’t eat. If you don’t eat, you lose weight.
