Friday, 9 December 2011

Toiled and Moiled...(2)

i've just discovered the new way to experience serenity
it's the serenity of life in the field
i bathed in the luxury of life as my new hoe chopped ...
and removed weeds around my vigorous young trees

birds and bees kept me entertained with their endless chirps and hums
butterflies and dragonflies hovered over me ...
clear blue sky dotted with white puffy clouds ... was over my head
soft fertile soil ... was beneath my booted feet

i inhaled the lovely scent of freshly cut grass and weeds
was kissed passionately by the scorching tropical sun
as i removed the weeds from the soil

no explanations

free from children's screams
and... the best of all...
away from the boss' frowns

Toiled and Moiled (1) is here.

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Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Diary of A Tree (1) ...

All life begins with a seed. So do I.

When the seed germinated, my small root began to grow downward and my shoot grow upward. When the shoot broke the surface, I was called a 'sprout'.

I used water and nutrients from the soil along with sunlight and air to grow and change into a 'seedling'. At this stage, I was a small plant with few leaves that was vulnerable to the elements. Those few stages of my life taken place at a huge nursery specialising in germinating and cultivating rubber saplings.

My friends and I were transported from the nursery which is about half
an hour's drive from our new home, the farm, in a vintage Toyota.

We (all 580 of us) were planted on Monday, July 25, 2011 by
our owner's dad and brother, Chai. Sadly, as many as hundreds of my friends needed to be replaced with healthier vigorous seedlings as they couldn't withstand the test of time and some due to incompatible soil and heat intolerance.

Our life wasn't a bed of roses. We have to compete with weeds for moisture, nutrients and sunlight. Thus, our boss has to apply commercial weed killer when we're barely one month old. And another round of herbicide was applied as my friends and I were swarmed and entwined by some notorious weeds and vines. This time, it took my boss three whole days to complete the spraying, i.e. from November 26 to 28, 2011. 

Subsequently,  after a quite intensive weeding by hands and hoe on December 2 and 3, 2011 our rows are in fine shape, with only some stubborn growths in between the rows that managed to elude the herbicide. 

Concurrently, we were fed with grains of fertilizer.
Thanks you know, the amount of nutrients in the soil is dwindling.

First account recorded on December 7, 2011 at 3.00 p.m.
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Monday, 5 December 2011

Toiled and Moiled...

Hi everyone? How's your weekend? Hope you've a great one.
As for me, I spent the past two days under the scorching tropical sun.
Ooops! Don't get me wrong... I wasn't away on a holiday at a secluded beach.
I wasn't basking under the Goan sun. I wasn't sunbathing in exotic Bali.

Image credit.

Apparently, I was toiling on a patch of land...the size of a postage stamp in the last two days.
It's the race against weeds. Yes! You heard me right. Weeds found their way into our patch
much sooner than we found time to get rid of them. Weeds were everywhere.
They were around the young and vigorous saplings.. they were on the barbed fence...
and they even had the courage to entwine the helpless young trees.

Under the scorching December sun, both of us ... my life partner and I toiled over the
tiny patch from nine to seven. At the end of the day, we're soaking wet ...
hobbling home in sweat drenched clothes.
Ultimately, after toiling and moiling on the farm all day, both of us feasted on
 my mom's divine delectable home cooked food.

See you again in the next race... against weeds.
Till then...keep me close in your heart!

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