Intermezo: the rambutans

It's December! The drops of rain blur the windows and everything becomes so green. Sometimes the scene is accompanied with the fresh smell of the earth. I remembered when I was a little boy in this season. It was a very special month because the weather is very mild and the fruits are everywhere.

In our old house, we had some mangoes trees, cacao, and also rambutan. And the favourite one among those fruits is the rambutan. I remember how my sister and me together harvested and collected the fruits into baskets and my mother would bind its bunches and we ate it with whoever stopped by. Until now, when December comes I really miss the opportunity to eat rambutans with my friends, and that reminds me to them.

And besides our home, there were some yellow lilies which my dear mom loved so much. It had the orange buds and my neighbors used to call it "Lilie Kasoem". The rains might be fall so frequently that although some of my neighbors still went to the field (usually they went very early at about 4 a.m. and went home at 5 p.m.) but some of us stayed at home and that was a very good opportunity for me to write anything in my mind (I liked writing, although it's so very simple!).

As the December comes, my small village in Sumatra island would be very muddy and humid. And the road would be so slippery and difficult to access. But as a child I really enjoyed to play in that mud with my friends and would suddenly stop when our parents sought after us and asked us not to play since it was not safe.

Just a little memory of childhood :)! Lord, season after season Thou has been so faithful! Let Thy praise be always in my mouth and my heart. Glory to Thee O God, Glory to Thee.