When a branch of the old broke; A special day in the father's house

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Last week we had gone to our father's garden. There is a very old chocolate tree where I have a memory of my childhood. For a long time, one of its big branches broke, causing the whole tree to bend to one side. It was very sad, because that tree is full of memory.

We had no choice, the branch was very heavy, and it was just one side and was killing the rest of the tree. We called one of the kids in the village who had a chainsaw. Thank God they quickly reached out. With her help we started cutting that broken branch. We had a lot of work so we could finally get it and separate it from the tree. I really got my heart when I cut that old branch, but there was no choice, we had to save it.

Unfortunately, after the branch of failure, everything went very quickly and a little. On the one hand, the dust had been raised, on the one hand the stress of not doing more damage to the rest of the tree. Everything was so all that I just forgot to take a picture of those moments. I just fell to help and compact things.

When the work was finished and my breath was over, I just remembered that Dad! I wish I had taken a few pictures of those scenes for you. But it was too late. I was only able to take a few photos of the cut branches and some parts of the broken trunk that I will soon share with you.

It was really uncomfortable to see an old tree that has been shadow for many years, we have a lot of memories, so hurt. But sometimes nature goes its own way. I just hope we can maintain the rest with more care.

As you can see in the photos, the floor was filled with wood and broken tree branches. I tried to take a few right photos from different angles, but it didn't really happen. Everything was broken, the space was a heavy place, I was just able to take a few half photos that I took for you.

I also took a few close photos of the cut. When you look at them closely, you just understand how much this tree had lived. The grooves on the wood were just like the line and the face lines of an old man; Full of the story, full of memory. Every ring and crack on the wood said something, as if he were talking to Adam.

He had a special feeling to look at that smooth surface of the wood, with that natural role and paintings that could make no hand. It was really a pity, but at least I was able to capture a corner of the beauty of those moments.

This photo you see I took from the owner of the garden, the one who has taken care of this old shotgun for many years. After the big branch broke and we had to get it, he came to sit by the cut pieces and I recorded this moment.

The floor was full of wood and broken branches, the air still smelled of fresh wood. The look you take on the carvings, the grooves and rings of wood fully show how long the tree has. Every piece of it is a memory ... a part of the past of this garden.

This photo is very special to me because the combination of nostalgia, respect for nature, and the hard work of years.

Summary to say,
This was a special experience for me, despite being uncomfortable. The tree we had had with her for many years, it broke its branch, and we had to forgive a forgiveness. But these moments made me more of the nature, the past, and the people who care for love.

Thank you for joining and spending time reading these few lines. I shared some of the photos I could take, I hope they have conveyed those moments.

Until another story, I wish you all the calm and the eyes full of beauty.
Goodbye for now.

@naseshahedi