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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Kaz said...

Fuuh....such a great entry. Come on Chinda, u can be such a good writer and author if u take it more seriously.

Sophyta said...

Thanks Kaz. If I were to write a book... I'm pretty sure of one reader...she's no other than my dear Kaz!