On my return, I was shocked to find my favourite durian tree had lost a limb. A huge storm must have broken out while I was away.
|It's the main limb as well - from a tree in its prime.|
|The first thing that caught my attention|
was this mass of dead leaves .
|Pulled right out of the socket|
|Ripped apart - fresh tendon and ligaments exposed|
My heart broke upon seeing unripe fruits scattered on the ground.
Fearing the worst, I looked for any other broken branches, or worse, trees that had been uprooted. There were none.
I was greeted instead by sights that held me in complete awe: the trees were flowering again!
It was as if to compensate for my loss.
|Another bounty on the way|
Durians fruit once a year. Very rarely twice. If there were two seasons, there would be a few months interval between the first and second. To have the trees flower again when matured fruits are still on them is a miracle that gives you indescribable joy.
With the greatest sense of gratitude I accepted my rezeki - the gift of new fruits.
This has happened many times before - that I had to take the good and the bad in my strides.
Such is Life on The Farm. Such is life.