It's interesting to read a book on gardening and/or farming from the 1970s. But this one had quite a bit of timeless knowledge, wise predictions (that are coming true, go figure), and a good dose of nonsense. Because that's fun. This book is basically just stories from Mr. Logsdon's experience farming on his two-acre lot. More often than not, he describes his failures and odd endeavors that didn't quite turn out right... but he also manages to impart to the reader lots of information on what did and will work. But his writing seems completely random sometimes. For example, at one point he launches into a subdued rant about how the weatherman gets paid a lot to tell lies, etc. then he fills a page and a half with old wives' tales and folk beliefs about weather and how to predict it. Some of them are legit, and some aren't and he says so. Even if I didn't get any good info about farming from this book (which I did, but it's hard to put a finger on exactly what I learned....), I would have enjoyed it as a conglomeration of stories and quips about life and controversy.