I have been taking slow, unsteady walks out into our yard lately. Part of the rehabilitation process, I suppose. The first few trips did not benefit me at all; I was too busy fighting the barely controlled terror of being outside, on my own.
What I could see, looking past the fear, made the feeling even worse. The yard desperately needed a scrub, something I always do every Spring. All of my bonsai were too busy struggling to wake up (the weather was still very chilly) to even notice I was there.
I saw one or two tiny green buds here and there, but nothing to get excited about. If I hadn’t been too busy wondering if being out there was a good idea, I would have felt the excitement of seeing new life returning to my babies.
This was reserved for this morning’s trip. Not only were there lots more green buds, but two wonderful sights awaited me. Just around the corner, past the gate into the main garden, was our camellia. A very special camellia that always tries to put on a show, weather permitting. I stuck my head around the gatepost to be greeted by such a wonderful sight!
My heart still singing with unaccustomed joy (I cannot remember the last time it sang about anything), I decided to check out the nursery. This is where all my trainee bonsai live, plus anything else I am trying to grow. Amongst these is a wisteria I bought several years ago. It has been little more than a twig since then, but last year I was blessed with some familiar foliage. They said it was a white wisteria, which I thought would make a beautiful bonsai.
I gave it a quick glance, but what I had glimpsed stopped me in my tracks.
There was a bud!
Actually, looking at the image now, there are three flower buds!!!!
Correction, two buds. Among all the leaf buds were two much larger buds, dusky pink and fluffy. My heart was doing cartwheels! Even knowing the flowers could be pink after all, did not dampen my joy…
I hope your week has started with something wonderful too! 💖🪴
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