If mothers were trees…would they be like these?
A speculative look at the similarity between maternal instinct and cultivated bonsai architecture.*
Seeing the forest for the trees.
Five. Five is the perfect number. No more. No Less. Unless you are speaking of children, and then five is just an insane amount. Any more than five is asking to be committed. (Ahem…Cousin C–I’m looking at you!)
Birch trees, with their snow-white bark always make me think of the Robert Frost poem–Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening–the last lines of which could be an anthem for motherhood:
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.”
Some mothers are worth-less.
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The boxwood in today’s post and video was collected from a suburban yard about 14 months ago. You can read about the collection HERE, and a related article about getting it into a box this spring. I have been very happy with how well it is doing. It has a strong root system and has good growth this spring. Many of these long branches need to be removed as I reduce the plant back to the large trunk. Air layering will help move this process along while propagating new plants at the same time.