The last time we saw our mango seedlings they were just itty bitty things with tiny purplish red leaves reaching for the sun. What a difference two months make.

I have one that wants to have branches now and one that wants to have big leaves. They remind me of my sons. The one with the little arms acts like my youngest (Head of Cheap Child Labor) and the one with the big leaves is like my oldest.  They have done really well.  It’s a joy to watch them grow.