Reblogged from Begin Bonsai

New pot for a Port Jackson fig! (Ficus rubiginosa)

0 Written by dkinzey

Last weekend I repotted my Port Jackson fig from terra-cotta into a proper Japanese bonsai pot by Koyo. I started developing this tree from a sprig in January, 2015. For a progression of the tree from then to August 2020 see:

April 17, 2021:
The tree today in its new pot.
January, 2015: The tree when first purchased in 2015.

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Bee in the Celandines

Posted on by Louise Bunting

For day 286 of 365 Days Wild I decided to add another bee drawing to my collection. I also popped out to collect a small handful of the Celandines that are flowering on the grass verges around the village. As always, I only pick a flower from a patch where are lots of them, and only one from each patch. The bees need them more than I do.

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Pruning and wiring Shimpaku, along with a repot

Another wonderful Bonsai post from Nebari Bonsai

Brian VFJunipers, Pinching, Pruning, repotting, Shimpaku, Wiring March 13, 2021 1 Minute

I’ve had this one for almost 10 years now. The last couple years have resulted in a committed design direction.

After first major work in December 2018:

It was repotted in 2019, with significant root work, and allowed to grow freely for a year.

Continue reading this fascinating post over at NEBARI BONSAI

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie ~ Wordle #222

She stood in the open frame of the patio door
The hem of her kimono, lifted by the warm breeze
The air felt heavy, my mind about to fray
I long to touch the slight pulse in her throat
Seconds drag by as I stood hidden
beneath the branches of the blossom tree
I stumble towards her, wanting to offer
The wild strawberries I had picked
Longing to sit, watch her eat
To watch her lips wrap around each strawberry
Knowing this simple act would un-fray my mind
All would be right with the world…

© Anita Dawes 2021

What does it say?

Doodled by Anita Dawes

Here I am, in the living room
Watching TV, reading a book
today, the book lay open on my lap
Pen and paper at my side
As a word spoken can set me off
Yesterday, it was the word destiny
Something I have just read
Rewrites itself to end up in a poem
Not today.
My mind went on its own journey
This doodling isn’t something I am known for
I wonder what it says about me.

© anita dawes 2020