Another American Adventure: another bonsai bites the dust, etc.

Friday, May 4, 2012

another bonsai bites the dust, etc.

Sadly, the bonsai that John has been nursing for the last year, is failing. I don't think it will make it.

Yet flowers abound. There is a sign for "Greenhouse" that is on the way to the park. Today I decided to follow it down and around the Pennsylvania back country.

Lovely flowers, herbs, and plants of all kinds...

I decided on a little cactus dish, thinking that perhaps this could survive in Florida as well.

Meanwhile, Jubilee is spending the afternoon at the Lucky Paws getting a grooming as well as a "butter massage". Her scratching is markedly reduced in this northern atmosphere, and perhaps a little skin conditioning will make her totally itch-free!

And the greening of Pennsylvania continues ...

1 comment:

BarbaraMay 4, 2012 at 11:45 AM
Alas, caring for bonsai is an artform! Love those pansies. They remind me to get a few hanging baskets. I hang them from bamboo rods across the corners of my balcony. Now that the old ugly pots are gone, I may have a nice, shady balcony this summer. The back one is scorching! The cactus tray is so pretty!
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.