On the heels of my slow and very thoughtful conclusion to Erosion I wanted something equally mindful and yet comforting in its familiarity. Had a very different re-read in mind but once Beech energy rose in search of my attention I reached for the above favorite. Am reading it for the third time - first thing in the morning once I'm awake enough to want some brain engagement and not yet out of bed. Since my mid-teens I've considered this the ideal time to immerse my imagination in particularly skillful and evocative descriptive passages. Richard Mabey has long been one of my top five favorite botanical/herbal writers. As a reader I love his ability to flashback in detail to his own past without giving in to sentiment. He can explain various plants' life cycles and the finer points of classical paintings that feature realistic botanical inclusions with equal aplomb and persuasive detail. And he has always given firm voice and strong credence to climate change issues. Beechcombings is no exception there.
Over the years I've engaged In this sporadic but much enjoyed early morning brain feeding practice I usually read about 30 pages or so before Yoga calls me to get up and then back down to the floor. Since I started reading this book a few days ago I notice that during the meditation portion of my routine I feel as if a thousand beech leaves where fluttering and rustling all about me. Wonder if that will stick around once I've moved on to a different book.
[my special Beech in mid-May]