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It is early in the morning. I have been looking at one of our kamagong trees. It is the first to bear fruit, the mabolo.

I remember you, Maureen. I will always associate the mabolo fruit with you. I recall that occasion when we were inside a car. You had a bag of mabolo. I remember your laugh, how happy you were to taste it again. You said, "I haven't had this for years." You gave me one. It was my first taste of mabolo.

I dedicate our kamagong tree and its first fruits to you. I miss you, dear friend. I wish we could have those conversations again, those that disturbed and uplifted me at the same time. You had that gift. Whereever you are, know that I appreciated you. You will always be in my heart.

-Ging 05222026

This May 2026 we are celebrating several firsts. Our first chicken eggs. Our first mabolo. Our first dayap fruits. Our first dalandan fruits from our young trees after several years of no harvest from the old.

We celebrate these as milestones in our work.