Notes on the Broccolification of Bonnie the Bonsai

Though it is Wednesday I will not be convinced that it is not Thursday; some form of temporal distortion going on here. Or: exhaustion.

(Related):

While I’m anything but a gardener, I discovered an unexpected affinity for the practice of bonsai caretaking when a family friend, a gardener in twilight, gave me his bonsai. Thus, Bonnie the Bonsai, baby’s first bonsai, became part of my life.

But.

After my return to life from human-caretaking duties: the discovery of browning leaves upon Bonnie the Bonsai owing to my dereliction of routine and constancy during the caretaking time (though I did come home daily, she couldn’t come with me to the house of the caretake-ee as the cat of the caretake-ee would have eaten her… in retrospect, she probably would’ve been better off taking her chances with the cat) and the back and forth weather that is Spring/Winter in Ohio; clearly, Bonnie and I are both susceptible to the ravages wrought by the disruption of routine.

And so:

A recapturing of Bonnie’s caretaking routine, watering, etc, etc, but still the browning metastasis spread to the point that only a quarter of her leaves remained green – and those were new growths. So whatever I was doing was encouraging new life, but the old and dessicated was denying the new and green its chance for growth.

This week, in my best impression of a surgeon circa 1890: hack, slash, boom, the result the broccolification of a tree… so that maybe the green might flourish, so that maybe the broccoli might rise, maybe.

Maybe.

And so here we are; there might be an ending to this but I can’t come up with one because I’m still convinced that it’s Thursday. Need sleep.