This should be a time of year when we enjoy nature waking up from long cold winter. I'm I not. Two years of Covid pandemic stuck in time, still waiting until the madness ends. And madness is not ending but a new one has started. Russia unable to deal with its past, unable to manage its declining leader starts a war and kills innocent children, destroys cities, and creates millions of refugees. Bombs are killing people a hundred kilometers from my birth town. This is crazy. And social networks are full of right-wing lunatics, anti-waxers, and crazy religious "conservatives" spreading hoaxes and hate around. Fuck this shit. Night frost still slows down everything but hopefully, it will all get better.
I went to the woods recently to collect mushrooms. I found none, which speaks volumes about my mushroom hunting capabilities (staring at full baskets of other guys I met afterward). So I didn't want to return empty-handed I collected some nice moss there. Now it overs the soil of Rusnak pot. The foliage of the hornbeam is becoming tired from the long hot summer and is slowly turning yellow.
Tree collected from the wild in 2011. In 2011, before being yamadori and a bit later bonsai tree was a guy living on the edge. But made it back from the edge and became ash bonsai ten years later. In pot by Pravoslav Dorda. Foliage reduced significantly for the first time this year about a week ago.
|In 2011, before being yamadori and a bit later bonsai tree was a guy living on the edge. But made it back from the edge and became ash bonsai ten years later.|
|Not all the guys from that hill made it. One in the red circle was FUBAR, unfortunately.|