
The maple turns red on the balcony
Three cold mornings, a persimmon-coloured leaf and nothing for me to do but watch.
A free letter, every Sunday
A short letter every Sunday from my balcony in Kyoto: what the trees did this week and one job for yours.
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A straight trunk, firm roots and a tree that is happy in its pot.
Where I cut, how much I take and why I stop sooner than I want to.
Sun, wind and how much time you have: three questions before you buy.
Loosening the roots, trimming a little and a pot that is only slightly larger.
What the trees do when it rains for days, and what I leave alone.
Copper wire, a steady hand and the angle I wrap it at.
A cloth, a drop of oil and ten minutes before the tools go in their drawer.
Three cold mornings, a persimmon-coloured leaf and nothing for me to do but watch.
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Three cold mornings, a persimmon-coloured leaf and nothing for me to do but watch.

A cloth, a drop of oil and ten minutes before the tools go in their drawer.

Copper wire, a steady hand and the angle I wrap it at.

About
I live in a small apartment in Kyoto with a balcony just wide enough for a shelf. On it are five tiny trees: a juniper, two maples, a pine and an elm, the oldest given to me by my grandmother. I have kept bonsai for fifteen years and I have lost a few trees along the way, which is how I learned most of what I know.
Now I teach it. The letters are written on the balcony, in plain words, and follow the trees through the year. What I sell are the things I wished I had at the start: a calendar of the year’s jobs, sheets to practise wiring on paper, a log for each tree, a workbook for your first one and two video courses. I do not sell trees. I teach you to look after your own.
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A calendar of the year’s jobs for a balcony tree, with room for your own notes.