Two bonsai-related tasks today. First, potted up my nursery-stock Blue Atlas Cedar (it hasn't really decided whether it's going to be literati or extremely-informal upright when it grows up - I'm just going to let it grow out a bit this year):
The second, simpler but weightier project was moving the bald cypress up from the basement. It arrived at the end of a cold snap here so it wasn't safe to put it outside right away. I got it settled into the basement by the egress window for light, a 20 gal planting bag and 50 lbs of pumice, watered it in nicely, and THEN realized that at some point I had to get the bastard up the stairs and out to the patio someday. >_> This lead to the usual progression of such projects, at least for me:
Step 1: Planning, this is going to be great, I'm a competent adult and can do this.
Step 2: Got the plastic tub ordered, everything's lined up, no problem.
Step 3: It's go time!
Step 4: I immediately regret this decision.
Step 5: Well, it was a good spine while it lasted. At least the tree will be happy now.
And it is! In spite of its incarceration in the basement (and having to adjust from a MUCH warmer climate to this one), it's popping new little buds!
I got it this far and this is where it's just gonna stay for a while:
The weeping cherry in the background has also started blooming and is looking pleasantly springlike in spite of it pissing down rain all day.