Random Musing

When I was a kid, and I'd just learned about bonsai, I was kind of interested in it. In part because I thought I had finally found an explanation for wicker furniture. (That furniture made out of wood, artfully configured to look like a series of twigs grown into the shape of said furniture.)

I used to imagine farmers carefully tending and binding large wicker bushes, carefully snipping here and tying off there to help the bush grow into the shape of a chair.

But then, I also believed if I picked off enough of the chair I was sitting in, it would curl up into a giant wicker ball with me helplessly trapped in the center forever. I miss being young and stupid.