I love bonsai trees. Love them. Adore them. I would marry them if I could. There is something intense and magical about their proportions, their age, their wisdom. I have an intensely physical response to a bonsai tree.
A week ago Lindsay and I went to the Botanical Gardens here in Montreal. We came across a small garden of bonsai trees. I was reminded of how much I feel a connection to these miniature trees. Here are a few photos of our adventure:
My favorite.
We thought this one looked like a small forest -- Lindsay is providing the small people . . .
A view of the Japanese garden with the Olympic Stadium in the background.
It was good to connect to plants and nature . . . and Japan again. It is very grounding to walk among plants and nature. Of course, we topped off our visit with a trip to the Insectarium . . . left me with a bit of the creepy crawlies, but entertaining nonetheless.
p.s. For incredibly good bonsai trees, the Brooklyn Botanic Garden has the best (no offense, Montreal . . . ).
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