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cornerofmadnessi'm not the world's best at bonsai-ing. I always feel BAD when i have to cut the trees back. It's like they're screaming. And the ficus bleeds white sap. Lots of it. Drip Drip Drip. Gah. It's like a treehouse of horrors. The Conservancy in Columbus is offering a class. 100$. I'm not sure if that's for one night or what. Either way, I think i'll just be a mad trimmer.
And then you have to root bind the poor buggers. I sort of feel sorry for them. This is such a brutal ancient art...that's supposed to bring you peace of mind.
I had to get stern with the rosemary too. Half of it is dead so I was trimming it up. Of course me sitting on the porch means I MUST want to pet Roy the outdoor cat. These leads to him rubbing on me (eww ticks, fleas) or his head where my hands are heedless of scissors.
Then finally I stop to pet his belly while i talk to mom on the phone Well Roy's a boy cat. Sure enough he gets uh...overstimulated shall we say. I tell mom and in one breathe we both say, men! There's just no safe way to touch 'em.
And then you have to root bind the poor buggers. I sort of feel sorry for them. This is such a brutal ancient art...that's supposed to bring you peace of mind.
I had to get stern with the rosemary too. Half of it is dead so I was trimming it up. Of course me sitting on the porch means I MUST want to pet Roy the outdoor cat. These leads to him rubbing on me (eww ticks, fleas) or his head where my hands are heedless of scissors.
Then finally I stop to pet his belly while i talk to mom on the phone Well Roy's a boy cat. Sure enough he gets uh...overstimulated shall we say. I tell mom and in one breathe we both say, men! There's just no safe way to touch 'em.
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