I was in the back yard this morning, Missy came out there with me, and she pottered around looking for things to chase and/or eat, while I watered the pot plants and the tomatoes. Graham, had mentioned to me that one of my plants had a tiny leaf coming, the little tree we both assumed was probably dead. I thought nothing more about it really when he mentioned it though, not counting leaves for I’d seen them growing …
(one of our plants, not the one that almost died, obviously, this is a jade tree which is definitely not deciduous …)
When I went outside and got going with the watering though, I remembered what Graham has said, and too a careful look at this particular tree. I can’t actually remember what kind of tree it is, I’ve had it for a long time. It’s a deciduous tree though, not an Australian native, I know that much. It’s a bonsai tree, one I created myself, from a tree I bought from an ordinary garden nursery. I turned the tree from and an ordinary tree into a bonsai tree – pruned it, styled it, wired it, and shaped it.
The caring for the trees is a shared task, there are a variety of different plants in one part of our yard, and they get watered, fertilised and fussed over, as time and level of interest allow. Obviously one of us was lacking in one of these things, because the particular tree went without water for too long, at one point during Spring, and it’s leaves all dried up and fell off. Then nothing, it looked like it had died, but neither of us did anything, we just watered all of the plants, including this one, because it happened to be there.
It’s sad to lose a tree, but given we’ve recently had troubles with our dogs and have gone from four dogs to only one dog, within less than a year, we’re not about to shed tears for the loss of a mere tree, no matter how much work it’s had done on it over the years. Dogs are and always will be more important that a little tree. I wanted to know what Graham had actually seen though, so I looked carefully at the tree, when I got to it this morning with the hose. I got up close, and yes, there it was, there was a new leaf coming. Then I looked more closely, and saw another four or five buds coming along, tiny little specks of green on the branches I’d thought were dead and lifeless, Hallelujah!
So this little tree is still growing, life has come where we thought there’d been death. It wasn’t really a miracle though, it was just luck, and I suppose it was the benefit of continuing with watering ‘just in case’. If you keep on doing things, just in case, this is the near miracle that can happen. We will continue caring for this tree, watering it, and I will keep on looking at it, and sometimes thinking about further training options for it, as it grows. It’s a nice enough little tree, a bonsai in the ‘informal upright’ style, at around twelve inches tall, maybe more with it’s full set of leaves, which I expect will continue arriving and growing until Autumn comes along, as it does every year, for that is Nature’s way.
The saving of this tree, that’s not a miracle. So what is a miracle, I wonder, is there anything I might consider a miracle? I suspect not. I’m not a religious person, I’m a believer in Nature, in the powers of good, but certainly not a believer in God. I think things just happen, and it’s only people who try to make these things miracles. Many things thought dead can come back to life. I say it’s not a miracle, but luck, chance, good work by medical experts or gardening people depending on the situation. For every thing that lived when it was thought dead, can it ever make up for the multitude of things that never came back to life? People put their own label on things, and one person’s miracle can be the next person’s sheer luck. Such is life.
(definitely NOT bonsai trees! But maybe one day, who knows what might happen …)
The birds and bugs in the garden probably don’t believe in miracles, they just go about living their lives, eating things as needed, creeping and crawling or flittering and flying around, revelling in the water when it comes … Would they consider the soaking from the hose on a stinking hot day to be a miracle? No, I doubt it. But perhaps they might … Maybe tell me what you think about this possibly blasphemous thought in a message here!