Our Life in Gardens

No doubt in the publishing world there is a lingering hope that books specific in topic—bread-baking, quilting, knitting, bird-watching—have application to the broader project of the life well-lived—as in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Which is, of course, a most un-Zen-like precept. Things are what they are and repurposing them may seem like adroit ingenuity but much of contemporary life seems to follow along this muddled and shallow line. While not yet drawn by the allure of piddling around a plot of the good earth, I have appreciated the passion with which one can be caught up—having had the pleasure of being given a tour of Jamaica Kincaid’s garden. And certainly I enjoy the sight of flora, wild or domesticated, as much as the next primate.

Which is why and how I can recognize the appeal of well-regarded garden designers Joe Eck and Wayne Winterrowd’s (The Year at North Hill: Four Seasons in a Vermont Garden and Living Seasonally: The Kitchen and the Table at North Hill) third co-authored book, Our Life in Gardens (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux), which they describe as such:

By the way, of Eck and Winterrowd’s legendary garden North Hill, Kincaid opines: “Seeing a garden can fill you up with one kind of feeling or another; very few can make you swell up with excitement and at the same time become small in a state of peace. North Hill is such a garden.”