I don’t know about the rest of you, but I am getting tired of looking out my window and finding nothing interesting.
I have a row of bare twigs in pots, bravely surviving the cold and miserable grey weather. It looks cold out here, and I can feel the chill through the glass.
On my way to fill the bird feeders yesterday, I looked closely at my bonsai trees. They all looked dead, cold, and wet, with no signs of life—not even the hint of a bud. I did find some new growth elsewhere in the garden, so maybe Spring is trying to arrive.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but I am getting tired of looking out my window and finding nothing interesting.
I have a row of bare twigs in pots, bravely surviving the cold and miserable grey weather. It looks cold out here, and I can feel the chill through the glass.
On my way to fill the bird feeders yesterday, I looked closely at my bonsai trees. They all looked dead, cold, and wet, with no signs of life—not even the hint of a bud. I did find some new growth elsewhere in the garden, so maybe Spring is trying to arrive.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but I am getting tired of looking out my window and finding nothing interesting.
I have a row of bare twigs in pots, bravely surviving the cold and miserable grey weather. It looks cold out here, and I can feel the chill through the glass.
On my way to fill the bird feeders yesterday, I looked closely at my bonsai trees. They all looked dead, cold, and wet, with no signs of life—not even the hint of a bud. I did find some new growth elsewhere in the garden, so maybe Spring is trying to arrive.
Back in my office, my attention was caught by something I received last year on my 80th birthday: a beautiful, six-inch-tall bonsai tree carefully created with jade gemstones and silver wire. This tree will never have a winter, be shut down by the cold, waiting to start growing again.
I love these bejewelled trees, eternally beautiful reminders of a thriving real-life bonsai tree…
A welcome sight at any time, but especially during this bitterly cold weather…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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