For the better part of two decades it bore fruit swung a hammock served shade in generous quantities while those mangoes, green covering rich yellow were pickled, pulped, sliced and pureed made a salad a bit saucier and a milk shake smoother. Yesterday I came home to find sun streaming into a kitchen that had known a dappled green light This year's Ugadi pacchadi won't be made with mangoes from my tree.
making sense of the everyday