I have been more sporadic in my writing this month than I’d hoped to be, and begin writing for a prompt without finishing it – BUT! Today I managed to get one completed.
April 16 – Prompt: “Your favorite childhood memory.”
Fun Fact – my neighbor once saw how much I loved to climb, and how greatly I needed a little bit of space all my own, so he gifted me the ginormous tree standing in his front yard. Dear, sweet man! If I could speak with you just one more time, I’d tell you just how amazing that gift was to a young girl.
“Up I go into the sprawling branches
Notebook held firmly between my teeth,
My bare feet grasping the rough bark
As the ground blurs far beneath.
I reach my favorite resting place
Pull out my pen, begin to write –
The birds calmly flit around me now
As we stay contentedly out of sight.
The tree its self embraces me as well
And I’m rocked within its shade
Familiar friends –
as if this tree..
…just for me…
– B. Biter 2019
Today, I impulsively bought a bonsai tree with Bubby from a delightful Japanese woman. I saw her and her creepy white van parked in a random lot on the way home. It was lined with shelves of tiny, adorable trees. The greenery and her beaming smile made it less intimidating, and we were drawn in. (That’s how people die, ya know. Lured by the promise of innocent, little treasures to windowless vans against their better judgement. And I took my KID!)
Speaking of, the worst thing that happened to us was Bubby lightly hitting his head on one of the shelves and earning the sympathy of our gracious host, who had no idea I briefly thought she just might snatch us up in her creep-mobile. She quickly apologized and comforted him by giving him a tiny ceramic frog – even though he wasn’t crying at all. He’s just a charmer!
Anyway, we adopted a juniper bonsai tree. Junie is two years old, and we can already see lots of new growth! She was well-cared for before coming into our home, and we were supplied with all the nutrients she will need for a year. We learned how to steer her in the right direction, what kind of pot she will do best in as she grows, and how to meet her needs for sunlight. Also – we somehow ended up with a ceramic Japanese fisherman, and he sits in the comfortable shade of Junie’s branches. He still needs a name. (Bubby just calls him Tiny. It *may* stick.)
…Wait a minute. I think we’ve already lost the frog…