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A Garden's Grace: Down-To-Earth Lessons and Simple Rewards
From Simon & Schuster, A Garden's Grace is Nancy Hutchens' exploration of down-to-Earth gardening lessons and simple rewards.
The author of Memories of a Midwestern Farm offers a unique nostalgic and spiritual look at gardening. With family anecdotes, recipes, and folklore, this beautifully illustrated memoir is as heartwarming and inspiring as it is practical.
The author of Memories of a Midwestern Farm offers a unique nostalgic and spiritual look at gardening. With family anecdotes, recipes, and folklore, this beautifully illustrated memoir is as heartwarming and inspiring as it is practical.
192 pages, Paperback
First published April 1, 1997
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February 3, 2022
The Gardener’s Heart
Here with me she used to play,
Here she served pretending tea.
Here on many a yesterday,
She walked the garden round with me.
This the bush we planted small,
This the tree that held her swing.
Strange how many memories fall,
Round the commonest of things.
Mamaw Tribby, 1951
This poem is from the book “A Garden’s Grace” that I picked up off a sale table almost 20 years ago. When I read this, it took my breath away. You see, it could have been written by my Grandmother. I was that little girl. I spent a lot of time with my grandparents and I learned how to garden, cook, sew and embroider with her hand guiding mine. I bought the book because of this poem. The rest of the book was “lagniappe” (a Southern word meaning “something given as a bonus or extra gift”). The blend of practical gardening advice, recipes, folklore, family memories, and poetry is a unique presentation and it was a pleasure to read and sink into a cold January afternoon with a heated blanket on my feet, a purring, dozing cat on my lap and a final closing thought from Mamaw Tribby.
Did I take the time out to laugh,
to love, to think, to see, to pray?
These are thoughts that cross my mind
At the closing of the day.
Mamaw Tribby, 1951
Here with me she used to play,
Here she served pretending tea.
Here on many a yesterday,
She walked the garden round with me.
This the bush we planted small,
This the tree that held her swing.
Strange how many memories fall,
Round the commonest of things.
Mamaw Tribby, 1951
This poem is from the book “A Garden’s Grace” that I picked up off a sale table almost 20 years ago. When I read this, it took my breath away. You see, it could have been written by my Grandmother. I was that little girl. I spent a lot of time with my grandparents and I learned how to garden, cook, sew and embroider with her hand guiding mine. I bought the book because of this poem. The rest of the book was “lagniappe” (a Southern word meaning “something given as a bonus or extra gift”). The blend of practical gardening advice, recipes, folklore, family memories, and poetry is a unique presentation and it was a pleasure to read and sink into a cold January afternoon with a heated blanket on my feet, a purring, dozing cat on my lap and a final closing thought from Mamaw Tribby.
Did I take the time out to laugh,
to love, to think, to see, to pray?
These are thoughts that cross my mind
At the closing of the day.
Mamaw Tribby, 1951
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