My Moms Mango Tree

Naanis Mango Tree

My mom and I planted this tree at our home many decades ago.

It has seen two generations clamber onto its welcoming and sturdy branches. They are the ultimate playground for every age group (barring my moms, I think πŸ˜‚)

No visit of mine is complete without reacquainting myself with this beautiful tree. It welcomes me like an old, dear friend, helps me find the best way up and holds me gently on its moss covered branches. It’s perfect for summer, it’s foliage of leaves giving out cool vapours and a faint, refreshing aroma. I can sit on this tree for hours, with or without a book or sketch pad.

Many years back, my son and I wrapped some money in a polythene and hid it in the vicinity of the tree. Neither he nor I remember where our ‘hidden treasure’ is! Digging around Moms tree will bring down unimaginable wrath, as only my nature loving mother can shower😢!

My kids write about this tree in their creative writing classes and attach many pleasing memories to it, much as one would to a dearly loved relative. 😁

I hug it goodbye, everytime I leave my moms home. Sometimes I visit it even if our home is locked and my mom is travelling out of station.πŸ™„

To say that nature relieves one of stress is an understatement… It imparts relaxation and a unique acceptance of ones so called ‘failures and successes’ . In being steadfast, it tells us that everything changes, but the core remains the same. In giving fruits intermittently, it tells us that time is never wasted, it is being used for higher goals. It also tells us that rest is vital and one should not feel guilty taking it….😊

But most importantly, it seems to say, ‘Take your time… You are precious, just the way you are… πŸ’•’

#😊 #SimplePleasuresofLife #joy