Jan 2016
I don't know what it is about gardening books that so enthrall me since I'm only a passable gardener myself. I suspect a goodly portion of it is simply that I wish I were a genuinely green-thumbed individual. It's not that I haven't made an effort, starting with small plants I found while camping that I'd attempt to transplant from their native mountain to my home soil. Never successfully. On to taking a horticulture class in college that I well and truly enjoyed. Eventually, at one point, I decided my growing skills were best limited to children (I was blessed to raise five), roses which I dearly love, and herbs which are somehow able to thrive in poor soil with very little care once they are established.
My three cultivating loves are still in that particular order: my children, roses, and herbs. And every so often, with expected regularity, I feel compelled to read yet another gardening memoir or novel, perhaps more for the dreaming, or wishing, element it provides than from any real improvement in my skills. Yes, this was still another gardening book of that sort, the kind that calls to me and allows me to fall under its spell and enjoy the fantasy that in another place and time, perhaps another life, my dream might have been realized.
A delightful novel of a young boy taken under the wing of the lady of the manor and who eventually grows up to be not only her head gardener, but her friend as well. Sometimes laugh aloud funny and other times touchingly poignant. A wonderful fiction selection for any gardener, or gardener wannabe like myself.
Sept 2024
Still delightful. The only distraction the abrupt, rather strange, ending.
Definitely recommended. 4 stars