novels, cookbooks, art books, gardening books
and took them to second bookstore for some deniro.
The shelves are still full, but not overflowing.
What is there… is what I need and no more.
Instead of smoking a joint:
In the past year, I doubt I have opened a single cookbook. I googled recipes. Still, I bought David Tanis new book, Heart of the Artichoke for no good reason, except Tanis has stories to tell.
Ann Raver’s article in The New York Times, Reining In a Runaway Yard chronicles the changes Page Dickey (70) and her husband, Bosco Schell (76) have made to their extensive garden. The article was an eye-opener, especially now that I see a new wrinkle everyday.
When I mentioned the Ann Raver article to Sean, a member of my hort crew, who is a knowledgeable plantsman and avid gardener himself; he told me when he bought his house, he inherited an “old people’s garden”. Where there had once been perennials, ground cover now grew. In the first years that he owned the place, he pulled out tons of ivy to make way for perennials, annuals, grasses, rare South African plants, bulbs, and flowering shrubs.
The aesthetics of old people vs. young peoples gardens is one to consider. Sydney Eddison apparently has given it a great deal of thought.
She knows about gardening and has written a book for those of us with a pain or two. Gardening for a Lifetime: How to Garden Wiser as You Grow Older seemed like a must-have.
The book lineup was increasing, but luckily I did not have to scratch
Apollo’s Angels off the list. I was given it.
For years, I took ballet lessons from a Russian emigre, who was stuck in Queens teaching children ballet, instead of performing on the stage. She had a thick accent and was never in the mood for nonsense. She wanted us to become real ballerinas, although I am sure in her heart, she knew there wasn’t collectively enough talent at the bar to make one ballerina.
are really good writers.
the pleasure of reading what you have to say.