So begins Patrick Lane’s memoir. I would like to recommend this book to gardeners and everyone who feels some relation to the natural world. Every chapter ends with a list of plants, animals, birds and insects. Who else but a true gardener would bother?
“Thomas Jefferson in his Garden Book said, “But though an old man, I am but a young gardener.” That is true for me as I labor in the daily meditations of earth, air, stone, and water. There are only young gardeners. “ Patrick Lane’s knowledge of gardening literature is vast. You find yourself making a list of books to read or at the very least references to check.
What the Stones Remember is also a book about addiction, families, parents, but most of all it’s a book about writing.
“Guilt is the emotion that wastes a life, I know that. I know there is no going back even as I return in my memories. My father had an expression that seems to fit what I seem to be doing. He would say about some man who kept returning to the same hell he had left, that the man was like a dog returning to his own vomit. It’s a visceral expression, but one that aptly describes my own condition.”
And one more…
“As I write this, a tiny spider lilts across my computer screen. It pays no attention to my cursor as it pushes its way to the end of the line.”
I urge you to PAY ATTENTION to Patrick Lane.