When our daughter was getting married, carried on the tide of those historic events, I decided to plant a tree. No handsome sapling could be found anywhere, but in the vicinity a large set of allotments were being redeveloped, and one could go over there and dig out whatever one fancied. I dug out two small trees; they were Mirabelle plum trees. When they grow, they fork and branch off into very straggly things. I put them in the ground and they grew fine, too close to each other on top of that. I’m not much of a gardener and even less of a fruit farmer. Those two trees put down roots in the new place with no fuss, but they started to grow into each other, got gnarled and intertwisted with each other. Now there is no telling whether it’s one tree or maybe two trees, or perhaps even more of them. Completely knotted. They’re actually quite close to our house in Krynicka St. in the Krzyki borough; we can see them from the window.