We moved into our house about 6 years ago. The spring after moving in, we did some work on our yard beside our home. This included purchasing pepper tree. My granny went with me to the nursery and helped me pick it out. We had a similar tree in our backyard at our previous home so this was the connection. I grew up hanging upside down from that tree, with the requisite warnings from my mom to get down lest I break my neck! :D
For a few years our new tree did well.
Post monsoon 08 my granny quietly left us all...
A few summers ago our pepper tree appeared to succumb to a brutal summer. Limb by limb it too apparently would quietly yield to the elements. When I cut the last dry branch I went back to nursery and looked for a new tree. I explained to the arborist that I needed to replace my tree. He asked whether there were any green shoots. I affirmed that there were, though they were small. He said it was always sad to give up on a tree. Perhaps I should see if these new shoots would take.
The pepper tree is now a little larger than when we first purchased it. The buds which survived have now grown into strong branches. Hope has won out. I have cared for the tree all these years and have brought it back. The work continues, but the tree remains.
I recall that our tree back in my parents’ house also went through some problems. A plague cursed through its rings which, unlike Saturn’s, I know these marked time.
This is the season of hope. Keep hope alive. Assure that it’s grounded hope, not just hope beyond hope, as this may lead to desperation.
Stay Happy My Friends!
For a few years our new tree did well.
Post monsoon 08 my granny quietly left us all...
A few summers ago our pepper tree appeared to succumb to a brutal summer. Limb by limb it too apparently would quietly yield to the elements. When I cut the last dry branch I went back to nursery and looked for a new tree. I explained to the arborist that I needed to replace my tree. He asked whether there were any green shoots. I affirmed that there were, though they were small. He said it was always sad to give up on a tree. Perhaps I should see if these new shoots would take.
The pepper tree is now a little larger than when we first purchased it. The buds which survived have now grown into strong branches. Hope has won out. I have cared for the tree all these years and have brought it back. The work continues, but the tree remains.
I recall that our tree back in my parents’ house also went through some problems. A plague cursed through its rings which, unlike Saturn’s, I know these marked time.
This is the season of hope. Keep hope alive. Assure that it’s grounded hope, not just hope beyond hope, as this may lead to desperation.
Stay Happy My Friends!
