Yesterday we had ambitiously planted a peepal in the viewing deck, three golden laburnum on the avenue road, a cannon ball, two arjuna and two banni saplings on the island. Even as we watched, the dark clouds vanished and our hearts sank. At night though, it rained and gave us a little hope. Now, after a sunny day falls the blessed, blessed rain! For us, trustees especially, there can't be a more welcome sight! :-)
The cannon ball is the one tree I had always wanted to plant at the lake. Indeed, I wanted to revive the lake just to plant the cannon ball! There's an interesting mythological aspect to the Arjuna Terminalia. Acc. to mythology, Yashoda could not bear Krishna's pranks so she tied him to a stone mortar. Krishna did not let the weight hinder him. He simply dragged it along as he crawled. Going between two Arjuna trees, the mortar got stuck. When Krishna pulled it forward, the trees fell down and the two sons of Kubera, God of wealth, who had been cursed to change into Arjuna trees for their drunken ways were finally released.
A tree without a story is still very precious.