A Nostalgic Morning Walk Into An Abandoned Farmland Alley

My walk to an abandoned alley

A vintage tractor

Neighbors' tractor

The ricefield

Abandoned lot

Crawling Cadena de Amore Vines

Happy Hump Day, amazing people!

As usual, I had to do my morning walk routine today after dropping off my daughter at school and thought I would write something for @tattoodjay's Wednesday Walk. I am still having minor migraines, but not as brutal as the past few days. I think I have been working too much. So anyway, I decided to take a stroll around the neighborhood when I got back home and find a store that sells rice. We are running out, and you know what's up? Asians, particularly us Filipinos, cannot live without it. I swear. I know the store next door isn't available for sale today since I went there yesterday, so I headed straight to the next, which is just a few steps away.

As many of you already know, or at least those who often visit my posts, I live in the farmland, which is also close to the beach. My neighborhood is a wide rice field, and most of my neighbors are farmers. So what does that tell you? A countryside view—rice, barns, tractors, woods, and everything you can think of that you don't usually see in a city—are the things you could see.

Fast forward: I got my rice, and I stumbled on an alley next to the store. I often see this every time my daughter and I commute to her school. It looks abandoned. Maybe not, or it could be. I don't see anyone passing through this area, as far as I remember. The narrow alley is vast and filled with a few crawling vines, a barn in the far distance, and cows lazily grazing under the warm sun. But today, something different caught my eye.

Off to the side, there was a narrow path lined with old acacia trees. I was a little intrigued, and I decided to see where it led. As I walked down the path, the sounds of the farm began to fade, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. Creepy huh? I don't know, but I could be imagining Halloween is coming. As I walked along, it was a charming little spot, with a few wildflowers growing along the sides and the sun peeking through the leaves overhead. But what really caught your attention was the sight at the end of the alley. I loved everything I saw. The old tractor was parked. I am not sure if it is still working, but it kind of gave me a nostalgic feeling. I remember the days when my grandparents were still alive; they had a tractor similar to what I saw. The tractor is parked there, as if it had been forgotten by time. Its vibrant red paint was now faded and chipped, and rust had started to form around the edges. But despite its condition, there was something beautiful about it.

As I moved along and closer to our house, there was another tractor, but this, I am sure, is new. It is probably one of my neighbors' tractors. It was covered by a plastic canopy and is parked in front of a warehouse. As I got closer to home, I passed through another rice field, and it was looking very pretty. I see neighbors are starting to harvest as well. Some are already drying harvested rice along the road.

A few more steps, and I'm home and now posting everything I saw today. I hope y'all have an amazing day wherever you are! Thank you for stopping by!

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Published:
October 25, 2023, 10:05 a.m. PST
In between the farm and the beach
Philippines

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