Bye Bye Bonsai
I was not born on a farm and I kill plants.
There, I’ve admitted it. I should feel better now, but I don’t. In fact I’m feeling exceptionally guilty because I’ve really committed the ultimate gardening sin; I’ve killed a Bonsai tree.
My college age son (yes, the same one who said NanaHood idea because us old folks needed something to do) gave me a Bonsai tree for Mother’s Day, a 27 year old Bonsai tree. Keep in mind that he knows my reputation with growing things. I walk through nurseries and plants wilt at the sight of me. So giving me a live plant is about as smart as giving someone on a diet a box of Krispy Kreme donuts and asking them to hold them for you. I managed to keep it alive for a few weeks but then I got busy and well….
This is what a Bonsai tree is supposed to look like.
And this is what my Bonsai tree looks like.
I can’t bear to throw the thing away. After all, it lived for 27 years and it was such a sweet gift. Maybe I should bury it in the backyard and hold a memorial service for it. We could sing Bye Bye Bonsai to the tune of Bye Bye Birdie. I could make a tombstone for it that says, “This Bonsai lived 27 good years before having the misfortune of being given to Teresa Kindred.”
Next year I suspect I will get pajamas or socks, or some other non-living item. Oh well, not every Nana is perfect; especially not this one.
Funny!! I saw that sad tree too!He should know you better than to give you that!
It looks so sad…You did much better with the bird statue you got last year