The Tree Tall Story

There was a apple mango tree in the tiny strech of space next to the drain of my house. The tree eventually outgrow the tiny space and we have no much choice - either to cut the young tree down or move it to other place i.e. farm. We opted for the second option, taking a risk that the tree might not survive, given its size and age (she was about 8ft tall). I must say that it was over my mum's insistance (as usual). Weak as she is nowadays, she started digging the tree half way, for she knows I would continue where she left, and she got her way - as always.

With the tree uprooted, the next challenge was logistics. I moved very quickly for I do not want other people to witness and ask silly questions hehehe... I shouldered the sizeable tree and enter the house, get out from the kitchen door and stuff the tree into the car. The car's backseat is collapsible - there goes the tree, its roots touching the dashboard and the other end hanging out of the boot, sweeping the already clean road...

That was about 1.1/2 month ago, I was crossing my fingers and pray that the tree would survive. It dried out after 2 weeks, and its leaves started falling. At one time I thought I have lost her, until one morning, new shoots started growing from her trunk. My heart sunk again when the first batch of new shoots dried out - only to be replaced with others...

The dying tree