I can’t actually join the bonsai growers association (and have no idea where to put the accent but am sure someone will tell me) until I can go out at night, I have decided to bonsai in anticipation.
I found an old conker covered with a leaf which had sprouted so there you go, a bonsai horse chestnut is on its way. If that is possible.
And I saw that you can buy baobabs for six euros, which last 5,000 years (how do they know that? And surely that’s over-value for money) and because in the Petit Prince he’s always talking about baobabs they are synonym for me of all the shit I have to do which I don’t quite get round to doing, I thought I would bonsai a baobab. And every time I get around to doing something I would ceremoniously chop off a branch.
And in nine years of being a mother, and I know it’s horribly commercial and all so we don’t do that, I got a present on mother’s day. A future bonsai baobab looking-after set :)
So, motivation abounds unsusually for a sunday evening.