The title for this week is from a song by Jimmy Buffett, but I understand the last mango part even if the song said Paris. We once had two majestic mango trees in our front yard when we purchased the land in the 90’s. I left instructions that our driveway and gate was be put in the middle to save both the trees.
I came home from sea and found one tree gone and the car port was now on the right hand side of the land where the missing tree used to be. I’ll assume my idea would not have worked for some odd reason.
But I do remember warm afternoons sitting under the remaining mango sheltered in shade with a cooling breeze, a cold stubby brown bottle of San Miguel (Or Boat Drink) in my hand and friends to share those times with me. Hmmm Cold beer!
We went quite a few years with only the edges of any typhoons hitting our area, and every year at the start of the monsoon season Mayang would have the front of the tree closest to the electric wires trimmed and that was fine with me.
Then we had a real typhoon a few years ago and branches of the mango tree actually brushed the front of the house. The following day the poor tree was almost trimmed Kalbo. But in the course of time it grew back, but was trimmed again, and again. Then during the famous 16 July 2014 typhoon some of the top branches broke off and damaged absolutely nothing. But once more the tree had to be punished and trimmed down to the nub.
I gave that a Pinoy shrug and thought; “It will grow out again”. Mayang took me out for lunch and cocktails with friends and while I was consuming “Boat Drinks” oblivious to what was going on, the crew arrive back at the house and proceeded to remove the offending tree once and for all. My friends were not part of this ruse, albeit their wives might have been. Damn those “Boat Drinks.”
It was gone, sawed into over sided logs that were scattered around my front yard. They were way too heavy to be lifted and carried away by the crew. But there stood one lone guy with an ax whacking away at the stump. I’m both over-served and very angry, but I refrained from saying anything to anyone at that time, as words once spoken in anger (And alcohol) can never be un-said.
After trimming and removing the tree with hand saws and Bolo knives the day before, Kuya chain saw guy arrives to break up the logs that are too heavy to lift and carry away. Am I the only person who sees the odd logic in this way of tree removal? I would have had Kuya chainsaw guy, start and finish the job. Then I realized that the other members of the crew would have been unemployed or Supernumeraries as we called them in the Navy, and we could never allow that. (Family is involved.)
A news flash: (In Roosevelt Barangay, check the rule in yours) the Chainsaw operator must have a Barangay official present to insure that no illegal logging was going on in my front yard.
I wondered if that was my old chainsaw that I brought to the Philippines in 1999 and found out it was illegal to own one. But then it was borrowed by a relative and never returned. Problem solved!
So as I look back and lament the passing of my old drinking spot, I remembered that I still had a Mancave in the backyard that even Mayang can’t trim.
Now for my secret, that I’ll never reveal to the tree killers, if you take an auger bit and drill holes into the stump, fill them with salt you will kill the root system and in six months the stump will have ratted away. I’ll let them labor over that stump even though I’m the one to be paying them. Well again, they are family.