Totog's Harvest



Totog gave me a half-filled basket of newly harvested corn yesterday afternoon. The corns were sweet even if they were underdeveloped. The El Niño phenomenon was the culprit that frustrated his attempt of supplementing his already diminished supply of rice. His last sack was already milled last Monday. He expressed his worries as he handed me down my share in his dismal harvest.

But despite the burden and the frustration, Totog is up and about. Over a lapad of Tanduay we planned out our next strategy in view of the coming rainy season. We decided to give our piece of land a fallow of three months. After then, I am to find some good seeds while he prepares it for the planting.

Yes, we won't give in on corn. At least for this time.

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