Japanese Maples
Maple Leaf A.j.f. Aconitifolium (fall), A.p. Katsura, A.p.d. Inaba shidare, A.p. Orido nishiki


Maple Leaf Mountain


Long ago in the country of Japan lived an emperor named Takakura no In. He loved all of nature and was especially fond of maple trees. Their incredible variation both fascinated and enchanted him, and their beauty soothed him.

The emperor's home was in the country; his palace was on a mountain top. For his pleasure, Takakura no In ordered his people to search for as many different maples as they could find and to plant these treasures all over the mountain.

A.p. Orido Nishiki
A.p. Orido Nishiki
Many years passed before the emperor's dream came true. There were no cars, no planes, no computers and no regular mail deliveries to speed things up. But, in time, a 'Thunderstorm,' a 'Dancing, Red Haired Girl,' a 'Lion's Head,' and many other samples of living poetry covered Maple Leaf Mountain. Some of the trees had leaves like little hands, others like lacy fans, or long, slender old harp strings. Some grew in the shape of waterfalls, others of vases, mushrooms or stately upright figures. And oh, what an awesome kaleidoscope of colors they made, changing from tree to tree and from season to season.

One fall evening a new gardener worked very hard and very late on the mountain. It was cold but the work kept him warm. Eventually, his family began to help out. It would make a good impression on the emperor to see so much cleaning and raking; besides, they too were cold. But, finally, it got too dark to work and by then it was even colder.

The gardener started a little fire and began to burn the leaves. It was lovely for the children to warm their feet in the double red of flame and autumn leaf. The farmer also heated some rice for all and some wine for his wife and himself. Before dawn, at the night's coldest hour, he arose, raked and burned those leaves which had blown down while they rested. Comforted, his family slept on peacefully.

The samurai, the emperor's generals, were the first to stir that morning. When they saw what the new gardener had done they became alarmed for his safety. They knew what this man did not: the emperor began his fall days contemplating the beauty of pink, gold, blue, orange, maroon and scarlet leaves that had fallen on the ground. All year he anticipated these days; Takakura no In planned his life so he would be home on his mountain at this time. The samurai did not know what to do. They could be vicious warriors when defending their emperor, but they were also men of great compassion and did not want to see this lead to tragedy.

While they worried, the emperor, unseen, arrived on the mountain top, ready to savor the morning's colorful beauty. The samurai looked up in time to see a loving smile touch his cheeks. The emperor saw and understood immediately what had occurred. Contrary to the fears of the samurai, he was thrilled. He recited the verse of the famous poet, RI-Tai-Ha-Ku:


"We'll warm our bodies gathering maple leaves,

 In turn those red boughs to the flames consign;

 And then we'll warm the sake, hot and sweet,

 To warm our autumn hearts with the hot wine."


Later he wrote his own poem about the double gift of the leaves: first their beauty to nurture the human spirit and then their warmth to nurture physical bodies.


The story of Takakura no In is rewritten from various accounts. Japanese Gardens by Mrs. Basil Taylor; Dodd, Mead & Company, New York, 1912 is one.



Photo: Acer palmatum (green) and Acer palmatum atropurpureum