Our Story

They looked like ancient spirits, standing strong but small, carrying the weight of many decades. I wished to have one, but I knew my reality. A good bonsai costs a lot, and I have only a simple budget. Time also runs fast. To grow a large, powerful tree from seedling can take many, many years. I thought, maybe I do not have enough years left to see them at their best.

Still, I decided not to give up. Instead of waiting for the perfect moment, I chose to start with what I can. I bought small seedlings, young and fragile. They are nothing special now—just little plants in small pots. But when I look at them, I see the future. I see a tree that one day may carry grace, patience, and wisdom.

I give each tree a number and record its history. Tree No.1, Tree No.2, Tree No.3… Each one is unique. Some grow straight, some bend, some struggle, some surprise me. They are like people, each with their own character. When I wire their branches, I am not forcing them, I am guiding them—slowly, gently, with respect.

I remind myself that bonsai is not about rushing. It is a long journey, sometimes longer than a lifetime. Maybe I will not see the final beauty of these trees, but that does not make me sad. Because every day I spend watering them, trimming them, or simply watching them in silence, I feel peace inside.

This website is my record, a diary of small trees and small moments. One day, when my hands are too old to hold the wire, I hope my three sons will continue. They will see how their father’s care and patience are living inside these trees. Perhaps they will learn that real beauty is not bought with money, but grown slowly, with love and time.

Bonsai teaches me this truth: life is short, but if we plant something today, our children can enjoy it tomorrow. In this way, my bonsai trees are not only mine. They are my gift, my story, my hope passed on.