A Great Read…

French Dirt High Res.previewYesterday was a really crappy day, weather wise.  Grey, cold and pouring.  It was the perfect opportunity to sit down with a good book.  For a single afternoon inside the warmth of my own small house in New Jersey I was transported to the south of France with it’s impossibly clear light, stone buildings and centuries old traditions.  French Dirt, Richard Goodman’s memoir about making a garden that would exist for only one season is a wonderful read.  Short,  just over 200 pages, it paints a vivid picture of people, a place and the birth and death of a garden.  I am not a literary critic, so I simply say–read it.

Normally I don’t read gardening books just for pleasure–they’re work–but this one came highly recommended by Debra Lee Baldwin via the wonderful blog Gardening Gone Wild so I ordered it–thank you Debra, your tip gave me an afternoon somewhere else in the hot sun in a  distant village and a garden when I was really in the rainy winter in New Jersey.

3 thoughts on “A Great Read…

  1. You’re welcome, Susan. Emily Dickinson wrote, “There is no frigate like a book.” In our day, frigates are jets, but books still work their magic…and cost a lot less than airfare.

    There are many times in my life when I’ve relied on a great read to transport me far, far away. Thanks again, Debra.

  2. Your post reminds me of the book Under the Tuscan Sun. The 300-year-old villa was called Bramasol — which roughly translated means “that which years for the sun.” Just saying it … bramasol … makes me happy. As happy as any good book makes me.

    peace & love

    That’s another of my favorite books. I’m a sucker for a good memoir.–S

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