I recall getting up early as a kid full of excitement to collect flowers, like gumamela, sampaguita, roses and anything else we could find. At the “bisita malaki,” we would assemble in our simple yet most pleasant look, prepared to sing, “Itong bulaklak na alay ng ating pagsintang tunay palitan mo Birheng Mahal ng tuwa sa kalangitan.” Those verses still echo in my mind, carrying the scent of childhood and the comfort of faith.
Everyone who took part in the tradition was going to get food from the hermanas, the women sponsors of the day, after the offering and prayers.
In many parishes, the crowning caps off the devotion, placing a floral wreath atop Mary’s statue, honoring her as Queen of Heaven and Earth.