Bonsai Bar with Nebalee

I've probably talked about it before, but I prefer to give experiences as gifts rather than things. So for Christmas, I gifted Nebalee a sister date at a bonsai bar event. It looked like something she and her green thumb would really enjoy, and any time I can force sister-time, I'll do it. We don't get to spend nearly enough time together anymore.

The event was held at a brewery located between our two houses, so it was perfect. They provided everything we needed, and had 'extras' for sale. When we first got there, we were told to pick a tree that spoke to us. Now, a couple of years ago, I would have laughed at that, but now that I'm attempting to be a gardener, I listened and one chose me. 

We used dwarf jades for our bonsai.

The next step was to name it. Huh. Most of my plants have names, but the little tree hadn't given up his name yet. I told Nebalee that he would tell me eventually. Also, odd that the tree is a he, since most of my plants are female, so I guess he was talking to me a little bit.

Getting ready to dig in.

He didn't want to come out of the pot, but when he did, he reminded me of a Mandrake from Harry Potter. Minus the screaming, thankfully.

I imagine this is how we both looked once
I wrested the tree from his pot.

Everyone, meet Mandrake, Drake for short.

The hardest part, for me, of the whole endeavor was scraping away the dirt and loosening the roots. I'm always afraid I'll hurt the roots and kill the whole plant. Once we'd freed the roots, it was time to put them in their pots.

Again, we had to make decisions. Turning the plant this way and that, we had to decide which was the front, then decide how we wanted it in the pot: straight up and down, or at an angle? So many decisions.

I wanted Drake to be at a sharp angle.

Drake did not, so this is our compromise.

Nebalee's tree, Jasper, liked the angle.

This is a bad picture, but Jasper has a much
more dramatic angle than Drake.

If I thought just repotting was hard, and had a lot of decisions to make, I was in for an awakening! The first prune was easy: trim the leaves a quarter of an inch from the trunk of the tree so we could see the 'bones' of the tree. Then, the decisions got progressively harder: choose one of two opposing limbs to cut off, then start thinning the crown and determining a shape for your tree. 

Fully planted, packed in diatomaceous earth,
ready to begin pruning.

Opposite branches pruned, ready to start the crown.

Once the crown was thinned to our liking,
it was time to shape the tree with wires.

Done. Drake on the left, Jasper on the right,
extra cuttings in the back.

I'm not in love with Drake's shape right now, and would have loved to add more swooshes to his branches, but I'm afraid of hurting him. Once he grows a bit more, I can adjust the wires to give him more shape.

We gathered up some of the cuttings to take home to try to plant some 'mame' (mini bonsai). Of course, the instructors were willing to sell us cute little mame containers for once they rooted, along with the drip trays for underneath our pots, and some special fertilizer. Nebalee took the cuttings home, and she'll be in charge of getting the mame started.

I was worried about where I'd keep Drake, especially when I heard the care instructions. I don't have a lot of sun windows in my house. I initially thought he'd be great in Maggie, but it turns out that she's not quite right for him. Maybe this summer he can go live in there, but even with all of the insulation, she'll still get a bit too cold for him in the winter. I ended up moving my Puerto Rican oregano from my bedroom plant shelf into the kitchen and put Drake in its place, next to my failing succulents.

I wasn't sure how well he'd like it, but the other day, when I was watering him, I saw new growth!

Now, of course, the question is, so I let him keep his new buds, or snip them and force him to continue to establish his roots. Okay, that's not much of a question, because I know the answer, but I'm loathe to clip those cute little buds. I'll give them until his next watering before they get sacrificed for the greater good.

Butterfly Baths

The original craft that Nebalee wanted to do for our sister craft day was to make Butterfly Baths. She found a cute example on Facebook, and had her heart set on it. Unfortunately, the cost of terracotta pots has skyrocketed and it quickly became cost prohibitive to make these, so we settled on the garden poles.

Jay has taken up a side hustle as a reseller on eBay and spends time every week hitting the garage sale circuit. When I am off on Fridays, I join him. A couple of weeks ago, at one of the garage sales, I found an assortment of terracotta pots for $12, so I scooped them up. They were smaller than the large pots shown in the example, but I was certain we could make them work.

I was so excited to get to do the craft Nebalee originally wanted to do, that I was super impatient and strong-armed her into coming over after Mom and I did our glass class.

The first thing I did was stack the pots different ways, to see how we could make them work. I only had enough of the right sizes to make one stack like the picture, so I declared that stack Nebalee's. Mom and I played around with what was left and decided we could make a double-decker butterfly bath each. While waiting for Nebalee to arrive at my place, we went ahead an painted the backgrounds. That way, when Nebalee joined us, we could jump right in to painting the fun stuff.

Oh, by did we make a mess!

We each ended up with a different shade of blue. Mom had brought down some paints from one of her earlier projects, and I picked up some cheap acrylic from Wally World. The base coats dried just enough that once Nebalee got there, we could get to painting.

We loosely followed the example, but it turns out, we all have different interpretations of what mushrooms and butterflies look like. We spent a couple of hours happily painting away

I didn't have any little terracotta pots for the top of the baths, but for my 50th birthday, Nebalee and our friend wrote out words to describe me on fifty different rocks. I've been holding on to those rocks for the past four years, not knowing what to do with them. I dug them out of the potting shed, and we each chose a few to add to our baths for the butterflies/bees/bugs to stand on and not drown.

Once we were done painting, I broke out my favorite glue of all time, E6000, and we went about gluing all the pieces together. Nebalee had to run, so we quickly took pictures and sent her on her way. Mom and Neballe left their baths with me to finish drying/curing, and for me to seal the next day.

The horses are busy bodies and had to inspect them all.

Chonky Skeeter was just sad it wasn't edible

Nebalee's, Mom's, mine

The next morning, I got up and ran outside to spray the first coat of sealant on them. I picked up by rattle can of sealant, shook it really well, then blasted the top of Nebalee's bath.

Wait ...

The sealant is clear, right?

Why is it spraying white?

Oh, shit!

Yep, I'd sprayed right across the top of Nebalee's beautiful butterfly bath with white primer, not clear sealant.

I was horrified! All of the work that Nebalee put into hers, and with one careless mistake, I'd erased part of it.

Luckily, I still had all of the colors, so when Mom showed up to watch court with me, I fessed up that I'd have to repaint some of Nebalee's bath. After we watched the judge give yet another continuance to the defense attorney, we went outside and started painting. I painted Nebalee's butterfly bath, and Mom painted the trim pieces for Maggie.

I couldn't get the primer off the rocks, so we chose some bright colors that matched the colors on the rest of her bath and I started re-painting. I had to go back to my pictures to see which rocks she had chosen in order to re-write them. I'm so thankful that I was able to biggerfy one of the pictures to read her rocks. Finally, all of the baths got sealed, with sealant this time, and got distributed to their respective homes.

Mine went in with my "garden in
a box" native flowers.

Nebalee's went into her "garden in a box"
butterfly garden.

We don't know where Mom's will end up yet, but if I'm guessing, it'll be in her rock garden, near her garden pole. But that's just a guess.

Update 8/20/25 from Mom:

Text from Mom this morning.

Nestled in the geraniums for now.

One Last Birthday Craft with The Best Sister Ever

Painting our garden poles was a ton of fun, but I had one other craft I was determined to complete on Sister Craft Day. The week before, when I put out the new round bale of hay for the horses, I found some barbed wire sticking out of it and pulled it out. I threw the barbed wire away and put it out of mind.

However, a couple of days later, Jay and I were at an antique mall and I happened to see a coil of rusty barbed wire that instantly made me think of a wreath. Then ... my brain made the connection between the coil of barbed wire in the antique mall and the length of barbed wire I'd just thrown in the dumpster a couple of days earlier and I knew I had to make a barbed wire wreath for the outhouse.

I went dumpster diving when we got home, pulled the barbed wire out, and cut away all of the hay net that had gotten tangled in the barbs. Jay was kind enough to coil it while I looked up pictures for inspiration on Pinterest. One of the pictures showed a horseshoe in the middle of the wreath, and I remembered I had an old rusty horseshoe that we'd found in the yard this spring. Since we don't shoe our horses, I knew that it was old and had to have come from a horse other than ours. I held onto it to put on Maggie's door, but knew it had to go into the wreath instead.

Barbed wire from our hay bale,
horseshoe from our yard.

When we were finished with our garden poles, Nebalee helped me wire some silk flowers to the wreath, which was surprisingly more difficult than I expected it to be. 

It's rather minimalist, but I love it.

Putting it up on the outhouse was one of the many "little" chores I had lined up for the next day, and I wanted to see it on the outhouse so badly that it jumped to the top of my to-do list and I knocked it out first thing Sunday morning.

Just ignore my finger.

I love it, but I might add some more greenery to it at some point. Or maybe not, it depends on how badly I want to risk tetanus. Either way, I love it on the outhouse door. Once it cools down, Mom and I are going to use stencils to paint flowers around the base of the outhouse to liven it up a little bit.

Birthday Crafts with The Best Sister Ever

Birthday #54 was last week, and I was traveling for work, so it was pretty low-key. Nebalee and I had planned a craft day for the Saturday after my birthday, and I was so excited about it. She and I don't spend nearly enough time together any more. A couple of years ago, we were doing monthly 5 and 10k, but life keeps getting in the way. The fact that we both love and enjoy spending time with our significant others is a hindrance, too. 

We had planned to make butterfly baths out of terracotta pots, but that became cost prohibitive very quickly, so Nebalee came up with an alternative craft - making garden totem poles. I looked at Pinterest for a few ideas and was pretty overwhelmed. I love me some crafts, but I'm not super creative or artsy. I do best when I can look at a few ideas and steal them to make my own, so that's what I did.

Our "practice" beam on the left.

I tried, and failed, to paint flowers
so I made Nebalee paint them for me.

Nebalee's flowers.

I wish I'd thought to do my flowers like this!

I'm always hashtagging my pictures
#WeLiveInAPostcard so it had to
go on the post.

After I saw Nebalee's dragonflies,
I made her add one to the flowers I'd 
previously made her paint.

Side-by-side. Mine is taller because I had to
sink it securely in the ground. I don't need the
wind treating this like the outhouse.

#BestSisterEver and I with our completed posts.

We planted hers in her butterfly garden.

This was such a fun craft! While I was initially overwhelmed with possibilities, once I settled down and decided to simplify the post, things went much better. Right at the very beginning, I had a thought of painting vines to wrap around each side, but I didn't like the way they turned out. You know what the beauty of painting is? If you hate it, you can just paint over it. So I did, and ended up with lady bugs, bumblebees, flowers, and our hashtag. Every bit of my garden pole makes me smile. 

I was determined to get my garden post planted right away, so the next morning I pulled out the auger and got to work. It's scary how fast I'm getting with the auger - it no longer intimidates me, so it's no big deal to just pull it out and dig a hole. Jay did come out to help me with the last couple of inches - I'm not quite tall enough to get the leverage over the top to dig down as far as I need sometimes. This was one of those cases, and when I saw all of the shale dust come out of the hole I understood why I came to a standstill with my hole digging.

I decided to plant my garden pole at the end of my newest arch. The arch was supposed to support the watermelon I planted. Unfortunately, my watermelon plants didn't make it. I may have been a little over-confident in my growing abilities this year.

After Jay helped me dig the hole deep enough, he broke up the flagstone for under my little arch, and helped me move my antique school bench from Whimsy to the archway. This was another one of those "it'll just take a minute" projects that sits and sits. With his help, it did take just a minute, and I'm thrilled with how it turned out. This fall, I'll sprinkle some creeping thyme seeds in between the flagstone to germinate over the winter.

Just picture this next year with some sort of climbing edible plant.

The Bionic Cowgirl and I took a moment to enjoy
the new seating area.