THE ULTIMATE PRIVET STORY
Posted: January 28th, 2009, 11:26 am
Hi, thought I'd post another humerous ( and educational) story from my "Bonsai Ramblings" book. It's a bit long winded, however, was well received when first written. ENJOY !!!..........NO SNAKES
Dave
MY NEW LIFE AS A BONSAI BY PETE THE PRIVET
In the Autumn of 2003 I was sharing my leisurely life as a noxious weed with a small herd of cows in a paddock in West Wallsend.
Feeling secure as the largest Privet in the entire paddock and flourishing there for maybe fifty years, I overheard the paddock’s owner give permission to a fellow named Greg, to remove some Privet to create something called Bonsai.
Greg removed numerous small to medium size mates of mine but I overheard him say to himself that he had a friend called Dave who would love the huge Privet as a feature display tree. Not for one moment did I realize he was talking about me as I stood 20 – 30 feet tall and had numerous trunks with an enormous diameter base.
Considerable time passed and the next thing I knew these two fellows climbed through the barbed wire fence with axe, crowbar, mattock , saw etc and came straight over to me. I just stood there totally helpless as the two men started to drool as to what they described as a brilliant ‘Nebari’. This bloke Dave started to tell Greg exactly what he had in store for me and I sensed that Greg was sorry he didn’t take me for himself.
Before very long they took to me with a saw, cutting all my tall trunks and branches off leaving me looking like a very short and stumpy ‘thing’ and I could sense that all the other privets and cows in the paddock were laughing at me.
Worse was to come, they used the mattock and axe to cut a ring around the soil at the base of my trunk and the next thing I knew they were rocking me back and forth trying to get at my Tap Root, which they eventually cut off. Oh the indignity of it all!
I could no nothing but make myself as heavy as possible and delight in watching them struggle as they dragged me back to the van. I thought I was going to die!!
Dave drove me back to his house and with no-one to help him unload, I made things as difficult as possible for him. He dragged me from the van to a wheelbarrow and then into his yard so I lent to one side and the barrow tipped over. I heard him say some words that I didn’t understand.
When I was located at my new resting place he took to my root system with scissors and then hosed off all the clay around my roots, didn’t he know that I obtained my food from there!! Was he trying to kill me after all this effort.
I laid there, devastated and fighting for life, when I saw him struggle with a huge bonsai pot which measured 120cm long (4 feet) and he placed it on top of a lovely red pedestal (he must be stronger than he looks).
Wondering how he was going to lift me into the pot without doing himself a serious injury, I just closed my eyes and hoped for the best. Much struggling prevailed but I was in the pot, but you wouldn’t believe it, I was sitting too high – more of those words I didn’t understand and he arrives back from the workshop with, could you believe it a power saw.
He leans me over and you guessed it, cuts off more of my base. How much torture can a guy inflict?
Finally, both exhausted, he carefully works some
beautiful potting mix with slow release fertilizer, around my root system leaving no air pockets for those nasty little critters to breed. A thorough watering and then he doses me up with ‘Seasol’ and I have been having this dreadful aftertaste of seaweed for weeks.
It’s been a bit stressful but I am settling in well as Dave seems to love all of his trees and his lovely wife waters me daily. I am feeling pretty special as I am placed in a prime position so everyone can see me.
Just recovering from the biggest trauma of my life, Dave comes out one day wearing goggles and carrying an angle grinder and Dremel. I was just starting to enjoy life again and he starts killing off some of my limbs, he calls the deadwood, ‘Jins’ and ‘Sharis’ and then he paints it with pure lime sulphur that really stings. Now that part of me has turned white.
Does this bloke know what he is doing? Every time I get a new shoot he decides if he will allow it to stay or not. He only keeps the ones that are on the outside of curves and pulls off the other ones. The ones that stay have to be in the exact position.
Will the torture ever end? Now he’s here with wire and before my new shoots even set in position he wires them loosely in a downward position to make them look old. I feel like a damn goose with all my structured branches, now I know what a Poodle feels like after a ‘clip’.
My shape seems to be continually changing as Dave creates these ‘pads’ of foliage on my branches and occasionally carving a bit more of my trunks.
The ugly duckling is now evolving into a beautiful swan and I heard Dave say the other day that I have the potential to develop into one of his best bonsai.
Won’t that put that Black Pine’s nose out of joint in the other section of the garden.
With the help of some of Dave’s bonsai mates, who knows. I might end up at next years show as I am growing so fast, the only trouble is I can just hear them now, standing in front of me and trying to find all my faults.
I am still in Dave’s collection
Dave
MY NEW LIFE AS A BONSAI BY PETE THE PRIVET
In the Autumn of 2003 I was sharing my leisurely life as a noxious weed with a small herd of cows in a paddock in West Wallsend.
Feeling secure as the largest Privet in the entire paddock and flourishing there for maybe fifty years, I overheard the paddock’s owner give permission to a fellow named Greg, to remove some Privet to create something called Bonsai.
Greg removed numerous small to medium size mates of mine but I overheard him say to himself that he had a friend called Dave who would love the huge Privet as a feature display tree. Not for one moment did I realize he was talking about me as I stood 20 – 30 feet tall and had numerous trunks with an enormous diameter base.
Considerable time passed and the next thing I knew these two fellows climbed through the barbed wire fence with axe, crowbar, mattock , saw etc and came straight over to me. I just stood there totally helpless as the two men started to drool as to what they described as a brilliant ‘Nebari’. This bloke Dave started to tell Greg exactly what he had in store for me and I sensed that Greg was sorry he didn’t take me for himself.
Before very long they took to me with a saw, cutting all my tall trunks and branches off leaving me looking like a very short and stumpy ‘thing’ and I could sense that all the other privets and cows in the paddock were laughing at me.
Worse was to come, they used the mattock and axe to cut a ring around the soil at the base of my trunk and the next thing I knew they were rocking me back and forth trying to get at my Tap Root, which they eventually cut off. Oh the indignity of it all!
I could no nothing but make myself as heavy as possible and delight in watching them struggle as they dragged me back to the van. I thought I was going to die!!
Dave drove me back to his house and with no-one to help him unload, I made things as difficult as possible for him. He dragged me from the van to a wheelbarrow and then into his yard so I lent to one side and the barrow tipped over. I heard him say some words that I didn’t understand.
When I was located at my new resting place he took to my root system with scissors and then hosed off all the clay around my roots, didn’t he know that I obtained my food from there!! Was he trying to kill me after all this effort.
I laid there, devastated and fighting for life, when I saw him struggle with a huge bonsai pot which measured 120cm long (4 feet) and he placed it on top of a lovely red pedestal (he must be stronger than he looks).
Wondering how he was going to lift me into the pot without doing himself a serious injury, I just closed my eyes and hoped for the best. Much struggling prevailed but I was in the pot, but you wouldn’t believe it, I was sitting too high – more of those words I didn’t understand and he arrives back from the workshop with, could you believe it a power saw.
He leans me over and you guessed it, cuts off more of my base. How much torture can a guy inflict?
Finally, both exhausted, he carefully works some
beautiful potting mix with slow release fertilizer, around my root system leaving no air pockets for those nasty little critters to breed. A thorough watering and then he doses me up with ‘Seasol’ and I have been having this dreadful aftertaste of seaweed for weeks.
It’s been a bit stressful but I am settling in well as Dave seems to love all of his trees and his lovely wife waters me daily. I am feeling pretty special as I am placed in a prime position so everyone can see me.
Just recovering from the biggest trauma of my life, Dave comes out one day wearing goggles and carrying an angle grinder and Dremel. I was just starting to enjoy life again and he starts killing off some of my limbs, he calls the deadwood, ‘Jins’ and ‘Sharis’ and then he paints it with pure lime sulphur that really stings. Now that part of me has turned white.
Does this bloke know what he is doing? Every time I get a new shoot he decides if he will allow it to stay or not. He only keeps the ones that are on the outside of curves and pulls off the other ones. The ones that stay have to be in the exact position.
Will the torture ever end? Now he’s here with wire and before my new shoots even set in position he wires them loosely in a downward position to make them look old. I feel like a damn goose with all my structured branches, now I know what a Poodle feels like after a ‘clip’.
My shape seems to be continually changing as Dave creates these ‘pads’ of foliage on my branches and occasionally carving a bit more of my trunks.
The ugly duckling is now evolving into a beautiful swan and I heard Dave say the other day that I have the potential to develop into one of his best bonsai.
Won’t that put that Black Pine’s nose out of joint in the other section of the garden.
With the help of some of Dave’s bonsai mates, who knows. I might end up at next years show as I am growing so fast, the only trouble is I can just hear them now, standing in front of me and trying to find all my faults.
I am still in Dave’s collection