Tuesday, May 15, 2007
The little trees had stories to tell
These little trees grow in the garden of the music studio where I have flute lessons. They have been growing for a lot time, watered by sun, music, clouds and dreams. Princess Haiku, they said to me as I inhaled the breath of their age. We have stories to tell, and blooms that belong to the far past as well as...
Labels:
bonsai,
flowering bonsai,
japanese aesthetics,
musing,
urban flute
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9 comments:
these are amazing, Princess. What a beautiful place to take flute lessons! Can't wait for the stories the Bonsai tell you...
Hey Haiku those are beautiful trees and flowers and photos, I love your words, they mix well with your pictures. I just had a hard time figuring out what words I wanted to write so, I wrote a poem about it and now I feel much better. :D
They do indeed whisper. Beautiful pictures
M- poetry can do that
Dear Princess Haiku,
thank you for showing me the way to your peotic world!
I like your bonsais in full blossom! Nice place to play music. Very relaxed.
I have one tree (no blossoms) at home. And when we were on holiday for a week, he lost all the leaves. I try to cure him and check on him daily. I wonder how many year he lived already before he came to my house.
Oh these are absolutely marvelous
Thanks for sharing the beautiful pics Princess Hailku!
Suzie,
I am sorry about your tree. He must have missed you. :)
Beautiful.
Very nice bonsai!!
I will update the bonsai picture on my blog some day.
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