After careful deliberation a few months ago, I made the executive decision to become a Bonsai cultavist – a bonsologist if you will. One thing you absolutely must understand with me is that once I embark on something, it’s all or nothin’ baby! That being said, I hope that you know what you have gotten yourselves into .
At first, my envisions of growing bonsai’s from seed were enthusiastic. Turns out germinating from seed is a lot harder than I thought. Instead of buying a mini fridge, trays and ordering some random seeds from the roof tops of the Himalayas and waiting at least a year or so for them to grow, I decided to choose a less than expensive option and take some cuttings from a ficus tree I have at work.
This is Phil. Phil is a ficus benjamina or at least I think he is.
I know what your thinking and the answer is yes I do name my plants, otherwise what am I going to put in their obituary when they die because I killed them? John Doe? I don’t think so. Moving along.
There came a point when I was beginning to question whether or not my cuttings would grow so I ended up on the internet reading about growing cuttings, etc. Then some kind, retired man, four times my age who clearly has more time to commit to this than I do, posted a blog about seeds vs. cuttings vs. shrubs. I wish I could find it again but I think maybe the bonsai police caught wind that he was selling out the art of bonsai’s, telling people it is way easier to grow from shrub and they apprehended him… maybe.
Granted, growing from a seed is way more satisfying, I should probably wait until i’m a little more experienced for that.
Two days later and a whole $9.17 poorer I was on my way home from Home Depot with these two little gems.
And this Blue Star Juniper which after pruning, is looking more like a Christmas tree than I anticipated. If it doesn’t change I wont for a second be disappointed because I absolutely love Christmas.
Lastly, I took a trip down to the cities best garden centre, Khulmans where I picked up a Cotoneaster. The lady who helped me laughed when I asked where they were, you know, the way a person laughs when they have already determined your fate before you yourself even know it. Only after did I find out that I had pronounced it Coton-Easter and not Cot-tone-e-aster. These garden folk take things very seriously, don’t mess with them.
Its still a shrub because I dont have the heart to chop it. Im going to wait until it blooms and then take that risk. At least that way I can get my moneys worth if it dies.
Ironically enough I had the guts to laugh at Rose when she asked me if I wanted to purchase insurance for it. Seriously though her name was Rose.
Alas, after three months of growing my cuttings new leaves have appeared!! Do you have any idea what this means? It means that I have not killed them and that they are actually growing roots, or at least we can assume that they are. New growth is seen by the bright green leaves.
So there you have it, I’ve started what I believe to be a successful grow op and I can only hope that the police will not be casing my house like a jahova’s witness when the winter arrives and I have to grow them under a light for 8 months. I suppose that will be a story for another day.
Thanks for reading!