My tree

In May 2015 I cut a small branch from a beautiful fruit tree I saw in a neighbour’s garden. Its fruits reminded me of my grandma and the way she used to cut them into halves and dispose them into some hot leavened bread for our breakfast. I put the branch in a plastic bottle half full of compost. I watered, just enough. I moved it to a sunny corner of my balcony. I patiently waited for the first tiny roots to become visible through the transparent plastic of the bottle, then I moved it to a larger pot. In November, all its leaves had fallen and I decided to try and move it to a friend’s garden. It’s the right time of the year for this, they say… Now the winter really seems to be over and guess what? The small branch seems to enjoy itself in his new ground, a few tiny leaves have started to bloom. I am a city guy and this is the first time that I plant a tree. The thought of it growing up, giving fruits and also surviving me makes me feel hopeful and moved. Let me introduce to you my baby beautiful fig tree😊

 

(Sorry for the lack of focus, I tried ten times but this is the best I could do 😞)