Autumn is a season of mildness. The sun is charmingly warm but mellowed in its rage. The sky is deceptively blue and sparkling. The clouds are soft, snowy and cottony floating to an unknown destination.
The trees are still promisingly emerald green. The bunches of leaves cloak the dullness of the days giving them a rich fullness. The flowers are abloom. Their colours are joyously abundant.
The breeze is chiffon-y, caressing and fragrant – a symphony of melody vibrant and misleading. The birds are gossipy, noisily announcing their presence in the balcony. The nights are embalmed with moonshine. The stars are in droves brightly jovial.
It’s the season of hope, happiness, togetherness and divine blessings belying the herald of a listless landscape of monotony of frozen verses – winter’s just round the bend. But we shall ignore that chilling missive in the youthful spurt of today’s bonhomie.
The chameli tree welcomes birds and bees. The delightful clumps of soft white blossoms wink at me morning and evening.
Its roots are spreading outward not getting enough space to go deeper into the earth. Its bending branches push the walls leaving cracks on its body.
The roots have even sprouted from its branches. The gardener says a branch will erupt from these roots. He will cut and sow it in the park so that the tree can grow in abundance.
In the meantime, the wall keeps on bulging making it difficult to shut the fence gate.
In Japan I believe they have developed appropriate technology to transport big trees from one place to the other.
I do not wish to part from my tree. But I cannot let it grow in abundance too.
Attachment always brings you to crossroads where you have to choose between what is right and what is easy.
A dilemma I wish I do not have to confront.
I sympathise with your problem, Geeta. It is always important to know how big the tree will grow before planting. Now, any option will be sad for the poor tree, and for you, too.
Joanna
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Yes, you are right, Joanna.
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Thank you, Geeta, for your poetic musing about autumn!
Joanna
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You are always very welcome dear Joanna
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Thank you, dear Geeta, and likewise!
Joanna
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🙏🙏
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What a beautiful tree Geeta. I get attached to my plants and trees! I love to watch them grow and flourish. 💚
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Me too Mae. That’s human
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I had to get my “Gulcheen” tree cut because it was too for my garden.
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I can understand Sadje. It must have been heartbreaking.
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Yes it was. But I planted an orange tree in it’s place I hope to see the fruit this year
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Wow!! That’s great.
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I hope we get some fruit this year
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So eloquently described and well photographed. I guess the roots will win in the end, but hopefully not yet
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That is the saddest part, Derrrick. The roots should win but then there will be consequences I am not ready to face. Thank you for your appreciation 🙏.
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Wow! You took the picture of the flower so good! (super smooth and clean)
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Thank you 🙏🙏
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Autumn paints such a gentle, vibrant picture, and the chameli tree always a living treasure.
The other day, my neighbour’s huge tree fell for no reason—luckily, no one was hurt and no property damaged. Some say trees even have the power to uproot buildings, so the dilemma between letting it grow and keeping things safe truly resonates.
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Yes the roots of the trees are very powerful and they can weaken the foundation of the buildings.
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Beautifully written and beautiful photos, Geeta. I understand your dilemma.
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Thank you very much Mary
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