Hello, Steemit friends! I am pleased to tell you I have powered up 105 steem today and I hope I can power up more!
How are you all? I hope you are well and happy, as for me, things are getting heavy these days but I'm keeping my optimism that life will be better one day.
Writing makes me feel relieved of the things I wanted to say that's why I see the need to write often. My presence could not be found in the past few days due to depression and I am happy that I always find things that continue to inspire me and hold on to what I have now.
With this small amount of power up, I hope my account will grow more each day That I will be with you. I know that this wonderful community supports every steemian who works hard following the rules and avoiding plagiarism and AI made blogs. I hope to be present everyday with your support.
Anyway, a few days ago, I found these Wonderful and delicious mushroom in the field. It was my husband who found it but he was doing something and told me to go and pick them for our lunch.
With me is the little version of myself who always tag herself along with me wherever I go, my beautiful daughter, Chielly.
We took time for ourselves in watching the mushrooms which just sprouted from the ground, some even carrying soil on the top because it was muddy at that time after the rain poured.
We call this ohong in our language, they usually come around whenever there is rain and thunder. As far as I know, these ohong mushrooms cannot be cultured and they show up whenever they wanted to.
Some of the ohong grows on desolate areas and cannot be found easily especially now that farmers use chemicals for weed control.
Chielly and I picked up the ohongs and went home but because we have been busy on the farm, we forgot about it and it never became our food. Too bad, but the good things is that we have pictures to keep and memories made.
This will be all, thank you so much for your time and support