For Christmas 2006 Joseph and I got the gift of bonsai from my cousins who live in Alberta. They tend to send us somewhat unusual things which end up suiting our personalities quite well [everyone in the family - not just us]. This is quite the talent as they have always lived in Alberta and we have actually met only a couple of times and don't really communicate that much otherwise [though I do Facebook with Kercelyn who is now an adult which is just strange and makes me feel positively ancient]. So, anyway - we have this bonsai, except that it's not a bonsai yet - it is just all of the stuff necessary to grow one. I had not attempted to grow it - not because I don't like it - but because I was preoccupied with our garden @ our old house and I don't have the greatest track record of indoor plants - outdoor is wonderful and plentiful...indoors I am like the angel of death.
However, while it's not at all spring here and we are currently having yet another storm, I know that I will miss gardening. So, in anticipation of warmer weather tonight I began germinating my bonsai tree. I don't think I've germinated seeds since I was in Brownies or Girl Guides, but in general growing things gives me some grand sense of accomplishment. I got Joseph to punch the holes in the plastic container as me + sharp object + stabbing motion = self-injury. A lot. Then I lightly covered the bonsai seeds with their soil and misted the soil - so as to lightly moisten it, but not to render it soggy. This is all very complicated, which I suppose is kinda the point of bonsai. I'm optimistic that the seeds will sprout and then they can be transferred into their fancy container and then the true art of bonsai can begin...in like three years. Bonsai is the art of patience apparently...which is so very appropriate for me.
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