This week has been a good one. Having completed more than THREE THOUSAND orders and about TEN THOUSAND parcels since January this year we finally got it all under control and I came up for air, f***ing cold air mind but that’s another subject.
So, I finally decided that we are no longer importing plants thanks to the governments ludicrous requirements. I just will NOT bend the knee and submit to their ridiculous Gestapo paranoid bullshit. In the future, should they see sense I promise to go and spend a quarter of a million pounds and ya’ll can fill your boots. Otherwise I accept the death of my thirty year dream and I will be buying old bikes whilst I still can before they F’ that up too and I have to leave altogether.
That was Monday, not a great start. Tuesday I started work on buying for Christmas 2021 and that is the earliest mention of the C word you are likely to get. With the world of international shipping in utter chaos and having lost tens of thousands last Christmas thanks to the governments mis-handling of ports and incoming containers this year i’m taking no chances. Some goods are already on the water.
Wednesday I bought about a million carving tools, some old and some new before embarking on something new for us. The herculean task of buying a container of rather special quality pots. I already have RSI calculator finger and fear I will need new glasses before I get done poring over catalogues. In everything we do now there is no choice but to cut out all the middle men and go to the source otherwise we just cannot survive. Another UK government issue I would rather not recount because I will end up resorting to the bottle and it’s sun up on Saturday morning so way too early for getting shit-faced.
Thursday was a big day. I got to bunk off and go see my mentor and bonsai inspiration. Mr Willson has had a bunch of our trees for a while now and having finished the lot I was excited to go pick them up. A very wonderful day and evening was had and I came home late and smiling.
Friday was bonkers with two of my besties visiting to do some work. It’s been the better part of two years since I did a workshop but with these two fellas It’s always a joy. We did a bunch of re-pots and made a big old kurama pot for a very special tree Kevin has completed for my buddy. Something I have never done before but we were all pretty impressed with the group effort so far. More later.
Saturday looks like being a good one too.
So here’s the all important piccies’.
Lovely to see some more top quality trees and the great work by Kevin.
I hope you’re still able to source trees from collections and gathered yamadori , I totally understand the diversification into top quality pots and carving tools, but for people like me who can only afford to buy at around £200-£400 I don’t want to spend more on the pot than I paid for the tree.
I suppose that the inevitable rise in tree prices due to the current situation will sideline enthusiasts like myself and prevent us from improving our own collections.
The consequences of all the politics in recent months will affect all of us in the Bonsai world for a long time to come.
Bicycle shops and horticultural businesses have been the unsung and largely unseen saviours of our sanity during the lockdowns. Well done to you all for getting over the hump of the repotting season. I have often lamented my life choices, in that I might have spent more time making a livelihood out of my current hobbies and making hobby of my current livelihood. I made those choices when I was about 11 years old and it means I can enjoy both without losing my enthusiasm or ‘gumption’.
Did you ever consider becoming a motorcycle mechanic? I trust you have a copy of Pirsig’s Good Book because there appear to be no ‘gumption traps’ here for bonsai or motorcycles!
Personally, I am quite interested in your Brexit (and container price) strife, because the issues you face are being faced a thousand-fold by others like you. I think we are all finding out that leaving the customs union has not turned out how we wanted or intended. For example, I would assert that any calls for a return to using ‘British grit’ instead of imported Akadama is simply jingoist daydreaming of a type that has not fared us well recently. Believe it or not, I would welcome a post on some of the coping strategies you’ve adopted. As always, you have our sympathies.
After 76 years on this ball of dirt, I’ve come to some conclusions about life. ‘It’s for the brave, only’. The most important one that keeps me from mass murder is ‘you cannot legislate morality’. Too bad.
If you leave Blighty come to the USA. More motorcycles than you can dream of, lots of new and exciting species, and I recall you saying your sister lives here. We have gestapo paranoia bullshit here too, and life if spiraling downhill like everywhere else, but I hope it will turn around. The world is getting more insane by the day, but level-headed people like you give hope to the setting sun. I’m sure you’ll never leave, but if you did…