When I was younger, we used to spend summers at our grandparents home. They had a large home in a small city in Punjab. What I remember most about those days was the freedom we had to play outside all afternoon. Climbing the trees, playing hide and seek and trying our hand at gardening were some of our activities.
My grandfather was a keen horticulturist. He loved planting lovely plants and roses were his special interest. He had so many verities of roses in his garden.
Another of his love was growing fruit trees. Oranges in winter and mangoes in summer from their homegrown trees were gifted to all the family. We weren’t allowed to pick the yellow juicy mangoes from the trees till the very first one fell by the process of abscission from the tree. This was a signal that now the fruit is ready to be picked and ripened in the wooden crates lined with newspapers, already readied for them.
Soon we would be enjoying those lovely mangoes. I have never tasted tastier mangoes.
Written for Linda’s JusJoJan
Today’s word; Abscission is given to us by Lakshmi