I never really liked summer. After our year-end school examinations, temperatures would steadily rise to 35°C. When luck was not on our sides — temperatures were more brutal. Summer breaks were meant for: metamorphosing into sloths, reading every mystery book available, drinking aerated drinks, and indulging in mangoes. Once every two years, my parents would take us back to our hometown. The heat — coupled with power cuts — often proved to be an ideal environment for the build-up of steam. On good days, my siblings and I would venture outside in the yard. Armed with wooden sticks, whilst pretending to be explorers of the natural world, we’d spot chameleons or centipedes. Although, we’d never muster the courage to get close enough. On other days, we’d be content with our best friend — the hand fan.



It’s been a while since I’ve visited my hometown during summer. With my parents moving back to their roots, I make more trips than I thought I would. So much has changed. Our sleepy village town couldn’t escape the clutches of modernism. Many sloping tiled rooftops have given way to uninspiring flat buildings. Fortunately, somethings haven’t changed. Take for instance, the old mango tree that still grows in the front yard. Every year, during these months, it is laden with fruit. For company, it’s got a host of other greens.




My mum takes keen interest in her garden. I couldn’t be happier. On my visits, the garden is the place I love to wander in. If I could ever trap a fragrance in a bottle, I’d like to start with the smell of wet mud. There’s nothing more soothing. Each leaf comes alive with droplets of water and glistens in the morning sun. The sights and smells are good enough to kill a bad memory — if any.




I’m often amazed by the pop of colour in the garden. Each bloom has a way of shadowing its nearest neighbour. There seems to be a silent competition among them. An unspoken rivalry. Not that I’m complaining. I’ve got much to feast on.

Thanks Christina, from JUSTBLUEDUTCH, for inviting me to participate in the Seven Day Nature Challenge. I truly enjoy the process of digging through photos and reliving old memories. 

Think you’d like to participate? It’s pretty simple. Click here for the rules.

Posted by:twobrownfeet

Writer-Photographer Duo. Now in Seoul.

22 replies on “A Trip Down Memory Lane

    1. Thanks, Kim! Hehe! I guess due to global warming the heat is rising. So at the same temperature, it feels much hotter. It wasn’t as bad when I was a kid. I think 20 deg C is what I’m comfortable in. With moderate sunshine. I guess, I’m asking too much. 🙂

  1. Unlike you, I like summer and do not mind when the temperature hits 35’C whether in humid or dry conditions. Really am not a winter and cold kind of person. Each to their own, but I do think too hot is no good 😀

    Such lovely photos of the plants around you. Love the hibiscus shot – it reminds me of the time when I was a kid living in Malaysia and we’d see the hibiscus everywhere. It’s Malaysia’s national flower. Love the blue flower too. So striking and that one is certainly hard to miss 🙂

    1. Hehe! Mabel, I don’t like the cold either. I love the sun as long as it doesn’t shine too brightly. Our winters never dipped below 15 Deg C. That’s more like spring temperatures in non -tropical climates.
      I love the colour burst as well. I remember learning about Hibiscus in school. Never knew it was Malaysia’s national flower. Learned something new today. Thanks for stopping by, Mabel. 🙂

  2. What beautiful photos and a great trip down memory lane. Reminds me of my first childhood home with a huge backyard of fruit trees of every description and flowers galore.

    1. Thank you, Miriam. On rare occasions, I turn to photography. My mum’s garden is one of the few places I feel the need to go clicking. In addition to the memory, a photo helps me remember the feeling with clarity. 🙂

  3. Beautiful photos as usual Cheryl. I knew exactly how you feel..I had fair amount of disgust when it comes to heat & humidity but you know that seasons change so do we..I guess if we asks our friends from the cold parts they would trade everything just to have the temps you are aloof of.
    The flowers in the garden are pictures of life, burting into colorful myriad, reminding us that there’s a great Artist who is in charge of all of these.
    Thank you so much for the mention. You are too kind.

    1. Very rightly said. The grass is greener on the other side. 🙂 Thank you for your generous praise. These photos have been clicked by me – with my phone cam. Tried the best I could. Have a good week ahead! 🙂

    1. You cannot imagine how happy my mum would be to hear of your praise. 🙂 She’s truly happy with all the attention her flowers receive. I’d have to agree about the mango tree. 🙂

    1. Thanks, Sue. I couldn’t believe that it was some kind of creeper. It grows on its own and can quickly take over other plants – if not controlled. Love the rose too. 🙂

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