Bonsai Liberation

On this particularly stressful election day, I find myself thinking about small, everyday acts of resistance. Here is a silly, lighthearted example for a dreary day.

I have a growing collection of bonsai trees. Mostly tiny ones that I proudly managed to successfully plant myself. I have one ficus that is…maybe almost ten years old now? Its name is Bodhi.

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Bodhi. And a panda.

From what I can tell, Bonsai is an ancient art that takes great skill. But I don’t know much about that. Usually I am all for learning about new cultural traditions, especially when they have to do with people interacting with nature.

But this time…

Free the tree!

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This little cypress is surrounded by mulch ‘cypress knees’ and kept company by a prehistoric wolf in a nod to my swampy, Florida roots

Liberate the bonsai!

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A baby jade reaching its chubby leaves for the stars!

Of course, I mean no disrespect to the history of the tradition or to any bonsai masters or enthusiasts, for whom my little collection would be a nightmare. My trees, while in pots, yes, grow freely in whichever direction they please. I don’t shape or prune their branches or constrain them with spiraling wire. I replant them when they grow too large for their current pots. They can grow toward the sun if they darn well want to.

Grow, baby, grow!

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This tree is the Bahama Berry, aka the ‘If I dry, I die’ tree. And I’ve had it for almost 6 months. Woohoo! Little acts of resistance…little victories!!!

Resist!

Oh yeah, and if you haven’t yet…GO VOTE!

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