This story is about an old and dead mango tree. A story from my childhood here and a memory that will witness the excitement of this childhood. Many people have a wonderful childhood and I can share very happy feelings here for all my friends.

During my childhood. My friends and I often go to this garden to pick mangoes, the fruit is very sweet and we often pick young mangoes to make salad. When the mango season arrived, we and several of my friends went to this garden every day and we spent almost the whole day here. In this garden there is a lake which has clear water, so after we ate the mangoes we went straight down to the river to swim. And we swam in the river secretly so that grandmother and grandfather would not find out. And often our grandmother chased us because we were caught bathing in the river. Those are memories that I really miss. Remembering now that my grandmother has passed away and that is a very precious memory for me.

And now this mango tree has died and the trunk and branches that were still above have also died. Maybe over time the stems and branches will fall over as time goes by. and before that happened I was lucky to be able to take some beautiful pictures of this dead mango tree

Look at my friend. Its beauty is like a work of art neatly painted in the sky. The expanse of blue sky makes this picture even more beautiful and enchanting. Each image has meaning and I will summarize an interesting story in each image I post. This mango tree is very old. My grandfather admitted that this mango tree had been growing since my grandfather was a child, meaning this mango tree was more than 60 years old. wow, it's really extraordinary. and the benefits of this mango tree can be felt by my grandfather's grandchildren. Yes, that's me.

Feelings of happiness and sadness entered my heart when making this post. Oh, I also have a funny story about this mango tree. So, when we were picking mangoes, the fruit was very high at the top of the tree. So one of my friends volunteered to climb this big tree. Then he immediately climbed this mango tree to the top, after he had picked some fruit he was about to go down, and when he was only half way down from the tree, he shouted for help because he didn't know how to get down. because the tree and its large branches made it difficult to get down. My friend was crying at the top because he couldn't get down. Because we were all panicking, we went home and asked some young men in my grandmother's village to help my friend get down from the tree.After several brave and kind-hearted young men helped him down and finally succeeded, my friend was immediately traumatized and no longer wanted to climb this big mango tree haha.

So that's an exciting story from me about this big mango tree. And after I took some pictures of this mango tree, I discovered a wild flower I had never seen before. and that made me really amazed and immediately took several pictures of this beautiful flower.

The flowers are bright yellow and grow wild in my grandmother's garden. But this is my first time seeing it. and this was a very beautiful flower discovery, I also took some seeds from this tree to plant in front of my grandmother's house.

And a little information. Sorry to all my nest friends 🙏🙏🙏. Because I have been very busy in the past few days. because I was on a long trip taking my mother for a routine check-up every month to ensure my mother's complete recovery. and my mother has to do chemotherapy every 20 days. and I am very sincere in doing it for the sake of my beloved mother. Sorry if my time at Hive is now a little short. Hopefully all friends can understand and understand 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Images and stories are purely mine, I did not plagiarize anything from other people's content. I took the picture using an Infinix 10 Pro cellphone and edited the image using the Lightroom application.

And I wrote the article above in Indonesian and translated it into English with the help of Google.

See you again in my next post❤❤

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