Chapter Forty-Three
Erik crouched in front of the small table. He held his pruning shears close to the edge of the branch of one of the mini-elms and held his breath, then clipped. The small branch fell away with no damage to the rest of the plant.
His rocky forest penjing arrangement was coming along nicely. The curve of the three mini-elms was perfect, and the real stones resembled boulders at scale. A water feature might be a nice addition, but everything was coming out better than he expected.
He didn’t need to get greedy.
Messing around with penjing was a nice way to relax, along with sphere ball. One thing his time on Earth had taught him was just how tightly his previous existence had been bound to his career as a soldier.
He couldn’t honestly claim to have had real hobbies unl
