April 12, 2015

DOWN SOUTH: Holy Week that I Knew

A different kind of silence settled on Paradise Street. Gone were the neighbors’ motherly morning nags; the handsome neighbor’s roosters, however, insisted their cockiness. A carpenter pounded the roof across from my place. On normal days, he would not fail to shout “Hi, Ma’am” while pedaling his trisikad across the oval-shaped neighborhood. A Vietnamese rose ignored the early April heat and bloomed throughout the day. I contemplated why it was hard to grow rosemary while mint, green tea, cilantro, and basil did not take much time or effort to take roots. It was Maundy Thursday, with the sparrows’ nesting chirps […]