Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille June 8th 2016

First autumn morning
the mirror I stare into
shows my father’s face.

© Murakami Kijo*

*) Kijo Murakami (1865-1938). Murakami Kijo, the Haiku poet, was born in Edo in 1865, and moved to Takasaki city in 1873. He was in sympathy with Masaoka Shiki and joined his group to publish the first edition of ‘Hototogisu’, the famous Haiku magazine. He published the collection of Kijo in 1917. He was a highly esteemed poet both within the prefecture and nationally. He died on September 17th, 1938 at the age of 73.


People say I look like my Dad and I’m proud of it. As I grew up, I noticed the similarities, not just physically, but also his character. He worked hard all his life and I think I got that industriousness as well as his sense of responsibility. I’m also generous to a fault and has a very positive attitude in life.

Oh how I miss my Dad. Wish he was still here with us. Wish he was one of us celebrating the wedding of HRH the son to his beautiful K. Wish he was there to meet all the families and friends from different parts of the world. Wish he was there giving a toast to his grandson.

I look like my Dad
Wish he was still with us
Missing him so much

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille June 8th 2016

Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille May 11th 2016 the circle of life


He took his great granddad’s watch from the drawer and looked at it one last time. He wore it on his wedding, a pocket silver watch from 1919, with a silver chain and a silver medal at the end. The medal was won by his great granddad from rugby and it still has the encryption of his name and the year. Ah, great legacy! Now that the son is getting married in two weeks’ time, he thought of passing this silver watch to him. He’s looking forward to seeing his son wore it on his wedding.

An old silver watch
Passed on by his great granddad
The son will have it

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille May 11th 2016 the circle of life

Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille April 13th 2016


what a mystery
leaves falling year after year
without mourning

© Chèvrefeuille


Time is wonderful. It helps us ease our pain, some bad memories and our heartache. They are still there, but as the days pass by, the sensation dulls. It’s nature’s way of dealing with them and let us continue with our day to day activities, without mourning. When my father passed away, it was like the world has ended. It made me feel vulnerable and has come face to face with my own mortality. That we all go in the end, no matter what age, how healthy or active we are, whatever our lifestyle. It also made me change my attitude, my belief, my priorities and my way of life. I live each day like it’s the last day on earth. I love with passion, give generously to people who needs them, as well as my time to people that matters, sort my priorities and enjoy life and what it offers.

Life carries on
Live each day like a last day
Love with passion

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille April 13th 2016


This is what our garden looks like…for Spring!

*three things that make me smile: an exercise in gratitude – feel free to steal this idea with wild abandon and fill your blog with the happy*

Things have changed these days
Previously naked branches
Are dotted with buds

The snow has melted
Crocuses and snowdrops
Tortoises are out

Petals with silky hearts
Flutter down as gentle rain
Blossoms are here

Lazy wind pushes
Soft green grass, blue sky, white clouds
Blackbirds sing above

Spring is here
Let’s welcome with open arms
Days are longer

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

So, what made you smile this week?

For: Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille March 23rd 2016, Weekly Smile Week 12 – #weeklysmile, Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #74 music to inspire you , Echoes Of My Neighbourhood….art, literature and airport.

Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille – The Forest


Such wonder this day
I stop and drink the music
Leaves dance to the beat

Leaves dance to the beat
Forest is the orchestra
Hear the sounds of frogs

Hear the sounds of frogs
Birds above calling for grubs
Canopy of green

Canopy of green
Water that flows quietly
Mesmerizing world

(c) ladyleemanila 2016


For: Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille March 16th 2016

“Time Flies If You Have Fun”

Schools’ out for summer
Playing, running and swimming
Childhood memories

When I was young, summer was my favourite season. The sun was out, flowers bloomed and everything was bright and beautiful. It was the time we played outside all day (until our parents called us for dinner), cycled around our village, and seek our adventure in all places. We also swam in creeks and lakes, climbed trees, ate fruit we picked, played hide and seek. On other days, we played patintero (try to cross my line without letting me touch or catch you), tumbang preso (hit the can), piko (hopscotch) or luksong-tinik (lit. jump over the thorns of a plant). Sometimes we rented some bikes and circled around our neighbourhood. It was a happy childhood.

Summer is still my favourite season. I love it when we could be lazy and not do anything. Or staying in the garden and drinking some cold drinks, listening to the birds singing. I love our garden, full of lavenders, roses, dahlias, petunias, sunflowers, and the three tortoises walking around their fenced paradise half of our garden (spoiled pets!). I also love it when we cycle to different beer gardens and parks, or go to the mountains to walk or swim in the lakes.

A warm summer day
Watching the ducks in the lake
Cycling to the park


For: Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, January 13th 2016. Also for: five minute friday :: time

Skiing – Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille


Many moons ago, when HRH the son was around 4, we decided to have a skiing holiday in Austria. It was a really nice skiing resort and the son had free skiing lessons in the children’s club for 4 days. That meant, Him Indoors and I had some free time to ourselves. The sun was shining, snow covered the hills and mountains, leaves had fallen and such a bright day. We walked around and watched the son and the other children learned to ski. We watched other people skiing and snow-boarding.

Leaves had fallen
On a cold and snowy day
Wonderful winter

(c) ladyleemanila 2015


For: Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille December 30th 2015