A Saturday picking out bonsai trees

Elise has wanted a bonsai tree for about a year now, ever since we met a man selling bonsai on a trip to Key West. We decided to indulge her today and drove out to Schley’s Bonsai and Supplies in DeLand (about an hour away from us). As it happened, the owner was hosting his Summer Bonsai Festival. We learned there’s a club devoted to bonsai in DeLand (and perhaps we might join, though that’s a bit far to go for meetings).

Jason’s bonsai farm did not disappoint. He has table after table of bonsai as far as you can see.

The tables of bonsai are beneath a canopy of these
ancient live oaks, with piles of Spanish moss.
I loved this tree from the Japanese garden, hanging down into a koi pond.

Elise found a bonsai and I did too. This is my dainty little crepe myrtle, which is actually about 25 years old. I put it in the library. Jason said that in Japan there are families that have passed down bonsai from father to son across centuries. Isn’t that incredible to think about?

This is the tree Elise picked out.