Oh, Biswanath.

A lump in my throat, tears on my cheeks as they cut her branches.

The magic of a tree.. any tree felt in my core. The mangoes, shade, presence all activating the senses.

A ficus sits in our front yard… it has grown so big we need to have it trimmed safely by others now to keep it away from the power lines… i feel sad each time it is manicured to “fit” but she continues to grow… home to so many birds and a constant joy in my day.

I know if we ever sold the property they would cut her down… it plays on my mind as we make plans to move to country air in the next few years…. Hopeful we can ensure her safety.

A tree… so much more than “just”

Thank you for sharing your Mango Tree gifts.

Thank you for being you.

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