A GOOD BONSAI MORNING!
This little tree is just that. Little. Merely 5” high by 7” wide, it nevertheless flaunts itself at the world, standing as boldly as an old oak upon a hill. It is good to know you can be small and still be strong. Vulnerable yet proud. Perhaps never grow big, yet still grow into yourself.
During my growing up years I was always the smallest kid in the class. 1st grade, littlest kid. 2nd grade, littlest. 3rd grade, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th. In 9th grade I grew 7 inches in one school year. That helped some. But part of my life education was learning that growing up doesn’t really mean ‘up.’ It means growing into yourself—who you are and who you can be. I’m still learning it, I guess. And working with these little trees reminds me of it, sometimes. I love this Little One.