Kin-chan

Kin
This is Kin. His is ginger and his eyes are yellowish-ginger as well. He left home a week ago and never return. He is a good listener. See how he followed our instruction. He can only sit on the white towel and he did. He never moved anywhere else. He would sit on the cloth for hours watching us do our things in the house.

Kill
This summer, he started to kill many mice. He went around the house, picked a mice here and there. Played around and when the creature is gone, he brought it back to let us see his catch. He loves to steal the golf ball when his boss do putting. He would rolled the balls here and there, and then he would sit on the balls waiting for the boss to come and picked it from under his body.
Best of all, Kin never nagged for his food. He wait patiently for us to fill his food bowl everyday.
But now Kin is gone. Don't know what happened to him. All kind of weird thoughts came to my head. He was kidnapped. He fall down a black hole and cannot escaped, and died a quiet and slow death. Or maybe ...whatever. Anyway, I do missed my Kin-chan.

Pigeon
But when Kin is gone, things changed very fast around the house. Of course, I don't see the mice moving around at night. But the pigeons and other birds are having some feeling free times around the house.
Here this pigeon has made it a habit to visit our front pouch even when we are nearby. Of course, Otto is happy. Way, way happy...he is.

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Hanya sepetak...

Herb patch

Look carefully at this herb patch which is situated behind my house. It has bitter gourd/goya (peria), mitsuba, curry leave (daun kari), tumeric plant (pohon kunyit), ginger (pohon halia), pandan leaf, pohoh durian belanda (Holland durian), avocado plant, chilli plant, shikuasa (a kind of lime) plant. That's about all I can count. All ini all, in that small plot of earth, about 10 varieties of herbs are grown by my husband. We consume those herbs everyday. I use those herbs in my cooking like soup, gravy, noodles and other stuff.

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Summer Fruits

Summer Berries

The Japanese called the deep blue berries as yamamomo. I've grown it for the past 14 years. In May this year, I saw bunches of it on the tree in my front garden. I saw this fruit the day my first short story was published. Can you figure out which news makes me more excited to receive.
Even though I have hope for my short story to go into publication long before this, but the impact of receiving the news of this blurred out to the first season of seeing the first reward from this tree which I have waited for the past 14 years.
Unfortunately, the first typhoon of this years, plucked everything off its branches. I was really saddened by this. I have looked forward to tasting the first reward.
This photo was from a friend, Zetty Yada, who went to Beijing for her honeymoon. I looked longingly at the deep purple yamamomo in the picture and pray that next year, I will be given the chance to taste it sweetness.

The pink/red berris is cherry from the sakura tree which the Japanese called as sakuranbo. The sakura tree is still young in my garden and hopefully it a few years time, it might produce some sakuranbo.

Lycee from my garden

At this point of writing, I counted about 15 ripe lycees hanging on it branches. I just hope the bird birds (don't know its name) do not get to it first. Actually, there were about 50 of them still unripe but the typhoon in May took all of it. So, I should be happy to be having those few left to taste.

Lycee again

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