Be prepared for every season.—Author Unknown
Caught on my iPhone during one of my recent trips in the city, I marvel at the beauty of this tree that stands tall, as if sheltering the building, ready to face any weather and any season. If only trees could talk…wouldn’t there be so much to hear from them? So many stories would tumble out…how amazing would that be?
Today, I’d like to share a story from my childhood days, when we used to live in a beautiful college campus called Jotsoma, located against the backdrop of the Aradhura hills. Our home, which was a government quarter, had a large garden, where mom grew the most delicious apricots, and juicy red plums every summer. Our backyard, as all my campus friends will vouch for, was famous for its melt-in-the-mouth plums, which were generously shared with our neighbours, every single year, until we moved out in the winter of 1994.
The entrance to our home used to be flanked by two majestic pines, on either side, and I still recall how one day, Dad had remarked that the pines were as old as me. Ever since, I looked upon them with a great deal of fondness. There was a strong unspoken bond with the trees, that would be hard to describe. Let;s just say they were special. My eyes get misty even today, recalling how they would bear the brunt of the strong winds in March, every year, protecting our tinned roofs from the most treacherous blows from Mother Nature, at her furious best.
For some inexplicable reason, the memory of those pines are still very close to the heart, even today. Every time I miss them, I find myself, with closed eyes, watching the pines standing majestically, guarding our home, in the foothills of Japfu.
Thursday Tree love is a photo feature hosted on Parul’s blog, which she shares on the 2nd and the 4th Thursday of every month. The next edition goes live on November 12, 2021. If you would like to play along, post a picture of a tree on your blog, detailing where you spotted the tree and link it back to her post.