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ashetlandponyOne day when I was a senior in high school, I found a little bonsai pine tree in the nursery section of a hardware superstore called Builders Emporium. I think I paid like $1.99 for it.
I thought it was cute, but as bonsai requires patience, I quickly lost interest. So I planted the little tree in a depression in a large ornamental stone in the Japanese rock garden in front of our kitchen window, and essentially forgot about it.
When I sold the house 18 years ago, the tree was about head-high. Here's what it looked like when I visited last month! (I hadn't seen our old place in 10 years.)
The tree is about 37 years old now, and the base of the trunk has almost completely enveloped and entombed the ornamental rock I planted it in. What a trip eh! 8D
I thought it was cute, but as bonsai requires patience, I quickly lost interest. So I planted the little tree in a depression in a large ornamental stone in the Japanese rock garden in front of our kitchen window, and essentially forgot about it.
When I sold the house 18 years ago, the tree was about head-high. Here's what it looked like when I visited last month! (I hadn't seen our old place in 10 years.)
The tree is about 37 years old now, and the base of the trunk has almost completely enveloped and entombed the ornamental rock I planted it in. What a trip eh! 8D
