I saw some such advertisement for a Bonsai shop up Mount Wellington way, so we headed out on Saturday, rolling it in with a stop at the Bush Bakery. (Yum!!)
The place we thought it was... it wasn't. However the manager called the fellow who owned it, (it was a new place down the road) so a phone call later and the shop owner arrived, opened his shop and we started to wander. The shop is only open 1 weekend a month, and it had been last weekend, however, as luck would have it, there was a bonsai workshop on Sunday, if we wanted to come there were 2 spots available.
Poor Elwood, Thursday, Graham boot camp day - Graham was away in Melaluca for work. Friday when at least I should have been around - I was at work to give a little presentation and attend a retirement farewell at noon. Sunday wasn't looking good weather wise, and his training ground would have been swamp land so the course was a good option for me, not so good for Elwood.
Graham had already decided to do a little landscape in Herbs, so we popped into the local plant spot, picked up some interesting herbs on Saturday on the way home, and Sunday arrived ready to be creative.
This is supposed to be a Zen like experience, much like a mediation. You visualise what you want your Bonsai to be like and make it happen.
Graham was positively in his element, with happiness and creativity radiating from his pours like the sun breaking through on a cloudy day.
Originally when I decided I would go, I thought I would do a little landscape with a couple of rocks, some gravel and a bit of moss and maybe a little grass, but after watching the instuctor I was inspired to do a plant.
|He took a plant like this|
|And with apparent ease turned it into this...|
|The instructor's plant had 'little gems of roots" just under the dirt.|
I looked around the room at the happy hum of creativity reverberating around me. One woman was on her second bonsai for Goodness sake. Smiles and satisfied nodds were everywhere, and I was standing there shuffling from foot to foot, unsure where to start trimming.
Graham was contentedly working away on his own landscape - it was fantastic, and I looked on at his miniature wonderland, fully expecting a tiny deer or elves to wander out from behind a rock. See Graham's project evolve....
|The beginning - obviously a vision there....|
|A man happily at work|
|I look on in wonder....|
My next job was selecting a pot. Tall to accomodate the hanging branches? Or long to accomodate the branches I extending out sideways? Decorated, or plain? For Goodness Sakes - I'm a LIBRA - I don't do decisions well. However, after much to'ing and fro'ing and agonising - I went rectangular, plain and low, and worked in a little bit of landscaping. My tree placed as if it was on a hill, some artfully placed rocks to look like bolders, a bit of mossy lawn, then I went all out and put in a tiny path of flat rocks winding down the hill.....
In the end, my plant did slowly reveal it's gentle curves to me.
I wired up a few branches to keep the genly curves, and this is what I ended up with.
|My piece at home.|
|Graham's piece at home.|