I scored Anna Pavord‘s The Curious Gardener at a book sale last week. It was a brand new copy until I got my hands on it. Now it has some dirty fingerprints, and I’ve read all essays about spring and summer months. Come September I will dive back in for more of her wit and wisdom.
Finding the book coincided with the first garden-worthy day in a few weeks. All afternoon of Memorial Day I got in among the perennials where grasses are stiff competition every spring. With the rain of the last two weeks it feels like we’ve grown a hay crop between the irises, daylilies and baptisia. For the task of pulling grass to the root I needed to work barehanded for part of the day. By evening my wrists were aching, and my fingertips resembled blackened sandpaper.
Falling exhausted into an armchair, I cracked the cover of The Curious Gardener and sank into Pavord’s prose with a sigh of contentment. If I can write of gardens, life and plants half so well I’ll be happy.
I’m awed by your industry! I did some replanting, but I haven’t challenged the weeds yet. Partly because I’m afraid they will win!
Mine are winning. But I’m feeling motivated to fight this year!!! Maybe we should get together to weed.
That sounds like the perfect day! I get out every time our rain stops, lol.. so I’d love that book for the in between rainy times:) xx
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1 wheelbarrow of weeds down, 253 to go. .. 🙂
So true. I’ve lost count!