![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() We learn that the first page of literature in Sanskrit was written on beech, as well as Cherokee arborglyphs, even along the Trail of Tears. That “mono-layered leafers like the beech avoid blocking each other’s light by forming a jigsaw-like pattern to capture the light. That low branches that take root are known as outriggers. That the Newport rich who planted so many now grand – and grandly dying – beeches preferred Scottish gardeners and English butlers. Poetry is likely where this book will be shelved, but tree people should come to it, too, and recommend and pass it along: it’s a capacious, curious look at this familiar elephant-skinned tree species – and all the ways we have lived alongside it.Īlong the way Wright gives us so much. She’s assembled and composed 242 pages of anecdote, observation, and beautiful unspooled lines of poetry about beech. Pioneers in the understory, massive fixtures in parks and gardens, we see them all the time and so they are easily overlooked. And although beech trees can be wild and grand, they aren’t exactly rare. When we talk about trees, we often talk about the wilder among them, the rarer, the grander. ![]()
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