Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Saturday, 18 July 2009
Down the road, afternoon.
Outside Pierre's old house, an oak sapling in a crack in the tarmac, perhaps from an acorn dropped by a jay or secreted by a vole, appears to be bonsai-ing itself.
They do say you can find trees that have made a start on the process naturally by starting to grow in small rock clefts, etc, and that perhaps this is how it started as an art form.
I rather hope and suspect the new inhabitants of the house are not such tidy gardeners as Pierre, and will allow the tree to develop a little longer.
3 comments:
love your wordsmithery ~ bonsai-ing!
Ha, the expert on Japonaiserie!
They do say you can find trees that have made a start on the process naturally by starting to grow in small rock clefts, etc, and that perhaps this is how it started as an art form.
I rather hope and suspect the new inhabitants of the house are not such tidy gardeners as Pierre, and will allow the tree to develop a little longer.
Hardly an expert, sweet Lucy! I have heard that story, too. And I'm crossing my fingers for untidiness in the name of natural creativity.
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