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Tree

The Araucaria trees stumps I have put on the side lawn of my village home. 
Last year when I visited my village home, it was in a terrible state. Every thing looked dismal. The grass had disappeared, and weeds were running rampant in every direction. Bougainvilleas had almost dried through lack of water. One of the Araucaria tree in front was leaning heavily against the roof of the car park.

I had them cut. Feeling nostalgic, I asked the men to cut out some stumps to remember the  trees I had grown in flower pots, and transplanted to the ground in the village home about twenty two years back.

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Bringing Back Memories

Daily Prompt: Climate Control
The idea that the weather and people’s moods are connected is quite old. Do you agree? If yes how does the weather affects your mood?

Weather does affect a person’s mood. A near relative of mine, who lived in Seattle for a year found it depressing. Why? Because of the cloudy sky and constant rain. She is very fond of sunny days. If the sun is out there and shinning, she feels sunny and bright.

For myself, I don’t like dust storms. Dust seems to find its way through closed doors and windows. It always puts me into a black mood. You clean every minuscule of dust to find it back again on every thing. I don’t like the back tiring cleaning of my home.

Different weather reminds me of various phases of my life. It brings back memories.

Early morning, when the sun is slowly climbing the horizon, and if there is smell of a wood fire, it reminds me of my mother-in-law. In her days gas had not reached my husband’s village.

My in-laws grew trees for wood fire on their property. So early morning my mother-in-law along with two maids, would be making tea and parathas. It was for the hired hands, who helped with farming. The smell of wood fire was great.

Personally I feel that food cooked on wood fire is always delicious. It tastes marvelous.

Thunder storms and rain brings back memories of Sylhet, Bangla Desh where my son was born. We (my husband and I) occupied and shared the house with another family. We lived on the upper floor.

We were surrounded by the towering trees. I simply loved it. The only drawback was the clap of thunder and lightning. My newborn son would shake and jump a mile in his cot, with every deafening clap of thunder.

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When the weather is cold, and there is a wind blowing, I get back to another period of my life. My husband loved the brightness of bougainvilleas’ flowers. They were a great many of them. Some he had coaxed, to climb up to the terrace of our home. They looked spectacular.

They shed their flowers every day. I was fed up with them. They littered the terrace. Another downside was the neighboring cats climbing up to the terrace on them. The cats left their poos amongst my rooftop garden of plants. That used to be very tiring.

I persuaded my dear husband with great difficulty to remove the bougainvilleas. He was not happy about it. There was a flowering Jasmine alongside of the Bougainvilleas, which climbed the wall to the terrace. I just forgot to tell my husband not to cut it. It’s white flowers smell was heavenly. I mourned it’s loss.

Good riddance to the bougainvilleas. They created more work for me.

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