I Miss My Mango Tree

The word Tree takes me to my childhood when we used to go to our native place for summer vacation. We seven cousins used to have a lot of fun. Having a proper native place is a blessing. You have your own garden with a well, a house in which some parts are still made up of wood, having cows at home, and your own farm. I have done farming as well. We used stove for cooking. The voltage of electricity always used to be very dim but we still enjoyed reading under the light. Every night our grandfather used to tell us stories, sometimes scary, sometimes stories full of life lessons.

In all these wonderful memories of my childhood one memory has always been a special one, playing around our own mango tree. Yes we had our own mango tree. In the village everyone knew which tree belonged to which family. We cousins with other neighboring children used to play all day near the mango tree. While boys used to climb the tree, we girls threw stone up high to get the mangoes.

Years later that mango tree had to be cut as it had got poisoned. I was very upset with the news. Now that everyone is busy with their jobs and life, we hardly get to be together in our hometown. But whenever we visit our hometown we definitely go to our garden and remember our Mango tree.

Also Sharing a post by brainpickings on The Secret Life of Trees: The Astonishing Science of What Trees Feel and How They Communicate. It’s a Must Read.

Trees dominate the world’s the oldest living organisms. Since the dawn of our species, they have been our silent companions, permeating our most enduring tales and never ceasing to inspire fantastical cosmogonies. Hermann Hesse called them “the most penetrating of preachers.” A forgotten seventeenth-century English gardener wrote of how they “speak to the mind, and tell us many things, and teach us many good lessons.”

But trees might be among our lushest metaphors and sensemaking frameworks for knowledge precisely because the richness of what they say is more than metaphorical — they speak a sophisticated silent language, communicating complex information via smell, taste, and electrical impulses. This fascinating secret world of signals is what German forester Peter Wohlleben explores in The Hidden Life of Trees: What They Feel, How They Communicate (public library).

Click here to read the full article.


Author: passiondesignerblog

below quotes describe me the best way "The goal is to die with memories and not dreams." "Every time you find some humor in a difficult situation, you win."

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