"Though an old man," Thomas Jefferson wrote at Monticello, "I am but a young gardener." Every gardener is. In Gardening in Eden, we enter Arthur Vanderbilt's small enchanted world of the garden, where the old wooden trestle tables of a roadside nursery are covered in crazy quilts of spring color, where a catbird comes to eat raisins from one's hand, and a chipmunk demands a daily ration of salted cocktail nuts. We feel the oppressiveness of endless winter days, the magic of an old-fashioned snow day, the heady, healing qualities of wandering through a greenhouse on a frozen February afternoon, the restlessness of a gardener waiting for spring. With a sense of wonder and humor on each page, Arthur Vanderbilt takes us along with him to discover that for those who wait, watch, and labor in the garden, it's all happening right outside our windows.
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leisure reading again for April makes my heart ache for New England. I missed those narrow confines in the nursery and I missed my first home so badly I called my garden mister to send new pictures! TSE is right "April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain"
评分leisure reading again for April makes my heart ache for New England. I missed those narrow confines in the nursery and I missed my first home so badly I called my garden mister to send new pictures! TSE is right "April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain"
评分leisure reading again for April makes my heart ache for New England. I missed those narrow confines in the nursery and I missed my first home so badly I called my garden mister to send new pictures! TSE is right "April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain"
评分leisure reading again for April makes my heart ache for New England. I missed those narrow confines in the nursery and I missed my first home so badly I called my garden mister to send new pictures! TSE is right "April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain"
评分leisure reading again for April makes my heart ache for New England. I missed those narrow confines in the nursery and I missed my first home so badly I called my garden mister to send new pictures! TSE is right "April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain"
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