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This is the saga of a garden and how it spoke to me.
In these pages I chronicle a pair of hands as they grope their way through the weeding, hoeing, and digging without too much pain. And this is the tale of someone who has looked at her garden for years, but only now saw it fully for the first time. I have learned that unless you consciously experience your garden, you might be blind to its beauty. This is the journal of an awakening told throughout the course of a year. What is it about gardening? Not only do we go under, but we are submerged without any of the deep-rooted memories that made martyrdom worth the sacrifice.
I was that person.
I was the weed warrior with the gimlet eye focused solely on stray chickweed and opportunistic witch grass. I felt the sting of the rose—which I cluelessly placed by the front door—tearing my flesh while I juggled the flat of plants, the keys, and my knapsack. I grew the paperwhites in winter, which offended my nostrils in close quarters after dark.
Inside the house and its attached converted barn, Einstein a shelter kitten whose lineage includes mischievous Maine Coon watches from various windows. Be the first to review this item Would you like to tell us about a lower price? We return to childhood. Some observers regarded these manoeuvres as mischievous and exasperating. Help us improve our Author Pages by updating your bibliography and submitting a new or current image and biog. It is a pity that the limitations of the Tate's holdings mean that the exhibition's themes are more or less restricted to war and peace, disorder and order.
I experienced a few spare moments of awakening, but I also made senseless mistakes because of numbness. This is the frantic response of the frenetic gardener.
When I came to this land in northwestern Connecticut, nothing botanical was in residence save a few struggling irises around the foundation. I asked year-old Mabel Smith whether a garden ever resided here when the land was still part of her family farm. Of course there was a garden!
A potato patch was planted right here.
I am returning this property to its glorious roots. I steward an acre of New England meadow, diversifying it slightly from the original mono-goldenrod inventory to include other natives such as Joe Pye weed, pycnanthemum, and numerous asters. I built a barn for my two Saanen goats, and they graze placidly sometimes in their paddock—all the while keeping an eye peeled for devilry to wreak if I leave a gate unguarded for half a second. Inside the house and its attached converted barn, Einstein a shelter kitten whose lineage includes mischievous Maine Coon watches from various windows.
More than plants reside in the house in the colder months, to be liberated outdoors to various porches and patios when weather permits. Furthermore is the stage where my ultimate revelation took place. It provides ample fodder for feeling—if only I was wired that way. This is my journey of sensory illumination. The idea for this book came from you. During lectures, I often begin by asking my audience to close their eyes and pull up a sensation.
Gail Crane lives in Somerset, on beautiful Exmoor which is the inspiration for many of her short stories. Her writing career has been fairly eclectic, including articles for magazines, verses for greetings cards and short stories for children. In , she completed a BA degree with Open University, studying creative writing and children's literature.
When she is not writing, she volunteers for the charity Moorland Mousie Trust, fund-raising for the iconic rare-breed Exmoor Pony which features in many of her stories. Would you like to tell us about a lower price?
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A gardener discovers it is not always wise to be too tidy. A football widow has her revenge.
Two young thieves find crime does not always pay. A family bible is discovered, hidden in an old cottage.
A pensioner finds a mobility scooter can be rather too exciting. A social-climber faces a past she has tried to forget.
A girl finds an unexpected flat-mate. Read more Read less. About the Author Gail Crane lives in Somerset, on beautiful Exmoor which is the inspiration for many of her short stories. Be the first to review this item Would you like to tell us about a lower price? I'd like to read this book on Kindle Don't have a Kindle? Share your thoughts with other customers.
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