The Stubborn Rose

OK, I think I might have killed a plant. Here is the full account, your honor.

Last time, I shared how I successfully grew basils. After that, I became extra brave and decided to conquer the difficult world of ornamentals. I sacrificed quite a sum from my monthly allowance to buy a bunch of flowering plants from a nearby seller. I could probably have gotten them cheaper if I followed my wife's advice to buy them from Balamban nurseries. But I wanted to save on the driving time.

Anyway, I bought 2 roses, 1 carnation, 2 peonies, 2 petunias and 3 mini-roses. I had no idea why. Here they are looking like a salad bowl:

The hard leafy succulent in the middle was the only one living in this urn before the others. She is a proud plant, and has since continued to thrive (and has even given birth to more shoots) even with the unwanted company.

After having replanted all of them, I started to realize the disaster I created. You see the peonies and the petunias hate the sun and need lots of water. The roses, on the other hand, love the sun and thrive on less water. The succulent in the middle doesn't care, as long as you leave her alone.

I tried to mitigate the problem by planting the shady plants (hehe) away from the sun. But they will all have to be watered the same way. At this point, it was just a matter of time before one of these guys give up. :(

I got them at a nice time because they were flowering like crazy. Any good gardener knows it should be best to cut the flowers off while the plant has just been replanted to allow it to spend its energy taking root. Flowers, though pretty, take a up a lot of a plant's energy and nutrients. Well, considering flowers are basically reproductive organs, that should make sense. They want to get laid like any other living creature (haha).

Well, I am a lousy gardener and let the flowers stay because they looked nice.

Check out the stalkers at the back! Haha..

Eventually I found the roses couldn't take up much of the weight of the flowers. They were practically bowing to the ground, helplessly trying to get rid of their flowers. I finally decided to cut them off and they found their way inside the house.

That's a Gerber bottle, our family doesn't believe in trash.

Those cold cuts are calling out my name. Yum!

A few days ago, I started to notice one of the mini-roses has been shedding its leaves. I ignored them at first and Banne did say that was normal. Well, after a few days, I saw they were definitely dying! I realized I may have planted the roses in too deep in the urn. It couldn't get any sun from where it was. All the other plants covered it. Here it was in better days:

I can still hear her in my head. :(

Funny thing these roses are. For some reason, we as a people have elected them the official flower of love. They are still the most bought flowers during Valentine's and every one has a favorite rose color. But very few people realize how really hardy these plants are. They crave the sun and they don't need much watering. Our househelper told me in the mountains, she would see roses thriving under the heat of the sun, on almost dry ground. They can also protect themselves just fine from predators, what with their thorns.

We all should learn about love from roses. It was Paul who said in Corinthians 13:7: Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Well, here it is now. Replanted and awaiting better days.

Hang in there, buddy. :(

Basil Valdez: A Gardening Story

One time while I was surfing the web, I chanced upon this picture:

I couldn't even remember where I saw this, if you own this picture, please let me know.

The pictured uncovered in me a long held secret: I wanted to be a gardener. Of course I did not know anything about gardening. The first and probably only thing I have successfully grown were some alugbati (Basella alba) shoots my mother and I planted in our backyard when I was just a boy. The moment they showed leaves, we promptly cooked them for dinner.

I was convinced I needed to make a vertical garden. With the most exotic ferns and a self-irrigation system I would build with my own hands. My wife had some apprehensions about my plan, naturally. You see, we as a couple have never taken to plants kindly. In our first apartment, my mother-in-law showered our front lawn with pots of greenery. She gave us orchids, a nice pine-looking shrub, a hardy snakelike fern -- you can really tell I have a vast knowledge of plant names -- and lots of succulents. I think save for the snakelike fern, we killed them all! (Side note: we also had a wild okra living in our lawn which we intentionally and repeatedly tried to kill, but it survived each murderous attempt.)

Then I discovered The Horticult and got hooked. Warning: If you remotely like plants and value your time, do not click that link.

It was then decided that I start small. I should probably convince my self, along with my household, that I have green thumb before I can get anywhere near a vertical wall. Over a nice breakfast of a simple Italian insalata dish of bread, basil and tomatoes, it was decided that I plant basil first.

This meal is too simple to prepare, it shouldn't be called a meal. But it is. And it is delicious!

Fist, is the business of looking for soil. I remembered there is a gardening store near our office and I took a look during lunch break. I didn't realize it was also a full-blown nursery! There I met an old woman who was the caretaker of the place. She showed me around, but refuses to have her picture taken.

You can see the quick-footed manang in red a bit here. Man, she could navigate that garden with her eyes closed! 

Passing by this row of ferns, I whispered to them an ominous, "Soon."

I asked to buy a pot of soil, and she sold me a nice loose one for 20 bucks. Nice.

I got some basil plants from SM grocery store and re-potted them the next day. Full disclosure: Officemates gifted me with a basil seedling once, but it never got re-potted and died a sudden death. We named that plant Basil Valdez after a Filipino singer. Before its demise, Basil Valdez did contribute to a lot of omelettes and even gave a leaf or two for a pesto experiment. You did good, Basil.

In honor of Basil Valdez, the new basil plants have been Christened Basils Valdez. Here they are after 2 weeks:

THEY LIVE!!!

Having assured myself somehow that I can make plants grow, it was time for Phase 2: The Flower Patch Urn. Here's a sneak peak:

Properly filtered Lo-Fi of course, for maximum dramatic impact.

Will tell you all about Phase 2 in the next blog.

Miriam Santiago's Humanism Speech

This was a testimony in Church back in 2009 and I dug it out because I believe it is timely. Sen. Santiago delivered her speech in my alma mater and it was a triumph of Humanism, a philosophy I have long fell out of. We both used Invictus for vastly different reasons. You can watch her full speech here.

Photo: Cebu Daily News

I am the youngest in a family of five. Growing up, I was told to identify myself as a Protestant. I've always found this a little weird as a child, since I was never told what I was protesting against. One of my earliest memories as a child was the sound of Christian hymnals with the familiar organ accompaniment. I grew up listening to pastors read their sermons and choirs sing the Hallelujah chorus. I've always known that little secret that it was grape juice they served as wine during communion Sundays. My mother always left some for me to drink because I always asked for it.

So I knew about Christ even before. I have always known He was my friend and that He loves me. But honestly, I did not think it mattered so much.

When it was time for me to go to UP, I had the shock of my life. Here was a place where nobody cared about my religion. In fact, the school I came from actively discourages religion in the campus. Professors would easily ridicule student who would so much give a hint of Christian belief. Prayers were literally illegal in the classrooms.

Immediately, I blended into the UP culture. It was rather easy for me to get along with people who doubted the existence of God, rejected the existence of God or hated God just because it was fashionable to do so. If there is no God, then we had nowhere else to turn to but ourselves. We believed that Man is in himself valuable. That he determines his own truth. Some friends of mine practiced Witchcraft because they think it was right, some conveniently switched genders because they think it was right, some became Communists and felt compelled to destroy the notion of God. We had a fancy way of calling our belief: Humanism. It was every man for himself – every man believing his own truth.

Sure, it was chaos, we were sad and discontented. But we never admitted this. William Ernest Henley's poem could very well have been our anthem: I am the master of my fate/ I am the captain of my soul. 

Of course even in the University, there will always be some brave Christians from Campus Crusade for Christ who would approach me and share the gospel. One day, a classmate of mine, who everyone knew back then was a Christian, talked to me about the sacrifice of Christ on the cross. At the end of his talk, he graciously offered that Jesus is the only way to God. I was angry at him. How dare he say that! Doesn't he know that this religion he is pushing is overly outdated?! If this was the God he is pushing for, there must be a better God. I shouted at him, and he never shared the Gospel to me again.

Then as now, I have always liked to listen to music. I particularly enjoyed alternative rock music. One day, I heard a song with a very catchy refrain – Unforgetful You by a band called Jars of Clay. I was intrigued by the lyrics of the song, because it sounded quite different from the usual songs I listened to.

After some research, I found out the band was a Christian band. I was intrigued and felt out of place. I began to like the band a lot, and I started collecting their CDs. Their message was clear and simple: there is a God who loves me. Some songs cry with frustrations, some danced with joy but always, always, the image of a loving God was present.

I never realized it at that time but a little known Christian band from Tennessee, USA will pave the way to my finding Christ. Soon, I was listening to Switchfoot, then to Newsboys. Soon enough, I discovered the Hillsong bands which softened my heart for my Lord and Savior.

During those times, I was already working in Manila. I looked for a Church but settled with CCF St. Francis because honestly it was the nearest from where I stayed. I started regularly attending Sunday services and had my fill of spiritual food. Christian friends started giving me books to read: Joshua Harris, Philip Yancey, Ravi Zacharias, C.S Lewis. I read and I read. I searched the God of my boyhood that I had rejected for myself.

Right now, I am back in Cebu and serving the church. God has blessed me with many, many things including the Prayer Ministry and the Tech Ministry during Sundays. Through these ministries, God teaches me the virtues of service and dependent living. God has found me a place in a DGroup of 9 goofy young men who truly, truly love God. I am continuously being blessed by the lives of my brothers in our DGroup. And of course God has given me my most cherished blessing – a girlfriend with whom I serve the Lord. [Spoiler Alert: She turned out to be my wife!]

Truly, the Humanistic beliefs I have embraced before cannot stand in the face of God's love. What I thought was a modern philosophy is really as old as the Garden of Eden when Adam decided to trust his own self and not God. Now I know that man only has a value because God loved him. Take away God from the equation, and man is worth nothing.

If you are sitting here right now and you are living your life in your own terms, according to your own definition of right and wrong, I challenge you to do 3 things:

• This might sound harsh but hear me out: Get over yourself. Sure you are smart, probably talented, but you don’t need me to tell you that yourself can only take you so far.
• Invite Jesus in your life. With whatever little faith you have, give it to him. Be still and know that He is God. Seek Him, James 4:8 says draw near to God and he will draw near to you.
• Be in the company of Christians from whom you can learn of God's marvelous plans. 

Know this for sure: Jesus loves you very, very much and even if you shout at people who tell you this, His love will find you out.

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