This is a beautiful book, that holds 51 years of my personal tree pruning experience, and a few thousand years of ancestral experience behind it. This hand-made book is just out from Gaspereau Press.
And about 55 years of conversations with my father about trees and the world. This is a book close to the heart. Look at what this blog has given us to share.
Isn’t that the truth. Fruit tree pruning is not about shaping a tree, nor is it about dominance. It’s about making space for light. One is really making a path for the sun. Trees will follow that. So do I.
Forty-seven years of poetry are in this book as well, and close to sixty years of experiences with the Earth, as she has raised me and sent me on, from the industrial orchards of my childhood and youth, to my work today, rebuilding lost Indigenous orchards, one graft at a time. This spring, I pruned a transparent apple tree for a bear, even. That was the deal.
It’s not just about fruit trees, but about the long story of Indigenous culture leading from Central Asia over the last 50,000 years, as bears, horses, human traders, bluebirds…
…and my family, the Leipe’s, the tree people, have brought old knowledge forward into the present.
I learned to climb ladders before I learned to walk, learned to read trees before I learned to read books, and learned to prune them before I learned to write poetry. Unsurprisingly, when I started to write poetry, I was really pruning trees. This book is the story of that path. Its insights into poetry, and tree pruning, come from a deep path, in a sculptural art form in which one must see into the future through the body of another living creature, and work with her to help her thrive.
The Tree Whisperer: Writing Poetry by Living in the World is in the tradition of Henry David Thoreau’s essay Wild Apples, which he wrote after the Battle of Shiloh during the U.S. Civil War in 1862. It was a book about the apples he loved, as is The Tree Whisperer…
… and an argument for peace through social and environmental understanding, as is The Tree Whisperer. I hope you will join us in this conversation, as you have joined the 153,000 visitors to this blog, because this is a book about the environment, cultural reconciliation, education, poetry, our common past and our common future. In 1937, my great grandfather gave my father a garden …
… to see him through the war he knew was coming. The garden has carried us this far. Let’s see how far that goes now. Hopefully, a long way. You can order The Tree Whisperer from a bookstore, or click on my button on the top of this page and I’ll personally send you a signed copy, with my blessings.
Categories: Agriculture, Arts, Ethics, First Peoples, food culture, Gaia, Industry, Land, Okanagan Art
I can’t wait to read it. I think about what you’ve already shared from this story every day.
My next challenge: write an essay relating this book to Olav Hauge, who did the same thing in Norway, who knew!
Congratulations – and thank you for creating this book! I look forward to ordering a few copies for special friends from my local bookstore.
It was a labour of love. I think it will show in the reading. Thanks for passing it on!
Looking forward to reading this, Harold. Congratulations!
I love to think of it in your house reading itself to you! One of the places it was written to be!
How wonderful, Harold! We have just ordered it and look forward to it with delight!
Best wishes and congratulations! ~from Candas & Timothy
Thanks! You can read passages to your trees!