It's a tree, not parsley.
Apr. 12th, 2011 04:50 pmGraceful branches reach
Towards the skylight, posing
Like a small dancer.
Potted nature makes me pause
Each time I mount the stairway.
Last July you may recall that despite a dismal track record, I bought a bonsai from a man who was selling them by the roadside.
It's ensconced on the landing beneath the skylight, where it gets plenty of indirect light and a squirt with a mister every few days and, most importantly where I can see it and enjoy it. Once a week, I carefully process down the stairs with my beautiful four year old held gingerly in my hands, immerse the bowl in the bathroom sink until it stops producing bubbles, let the water drain, let it sit in the sink for another twenty minutes or so, then process back upstairs with it. Every 90 days it gets fertilizer. Eight months later it's still alive.
Today the following appeared in the online edition of the Chronicle. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2011/04/10/FDLO1IHRKA.DTL
Towards the skylight, posing
Like a small dancer.
Potted nature makes me pause
Each time I mount the stairway.
Last July you may recall that despite a dismal track record, I bought a bonsai from a man who was selling them by the roadside.
It's ensconced on the landing beneath the skylight, where it gets plenty of indirect light and a squirt with a mister every few days and, most importantly where I can see it and enjoy it. Once a week, I carefully process down the stairs with my beautiful four year old held gingerly in my hands, immerse the bowl in the bathroom sink until it stops producing bubbles, let the water drain, let it sit in the sink for another twenty minutes or so, then process back upstairs with it. Every 90 days it gets fertilizer. Eight months later it's still alive.
Today the following appeared in the online edition of the Chronicle. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2011/04/10/FDLO1IHRKA.DTL