My babies need me!

These are not mine, but I wish…

I am temporarily unable to go outside (my sister is still unmovable about this), and I do understand her caution. However, having done both, I don’t think there’s much difference between falling on concrete and falling on carpet.

I have had some spectacular falls, but the one that comes to mind first was when I had cause to argue with one of the legs on my Stanley workbench. I can’t remember why I was using it, but somehow our legs became entangled, and I ended up wrapped around the workbench in a heap in our yard. I must have yelped when it happened, for a neighbour heard me and came running. He stood, looking down at me for a minute, probably wondering how to help me. Between us, we managed to separate me from the workbench.

My sister must have heard the yelp and watched the undoing, her annoyance with me reaching new heights!

All this aside, I really do need to go outside soon, as my bonsai are tired of having to fend for themselves. Although most of them are strong and healthy enough to fend for themselves, some are not, and I can hear their cries all the way in my office.

I have already had to do an emergency soil change for the Olive, which was brought in to me on a tray. My old friend, the white pine, is in the same state.

Bonsai soil doesn’t last forever. Eventually, they use up all the goodness in the soil and starve. It’s up to their carer to recognise the signs…

I wonder if my sister might bring me the white pine today?