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Common Ground
Two very different women who garden two very different properties,
meet at a school reunion after nearly 40 years. Their passion for
gardening and writing, and the realisation that they are both dealing
with unexpected deaths, rekindles their friendship and they begin
writing to each other.
As the seasons
unfold, the stories of their gardens become metaphors for life.
Beautifully written, their letters are funny, clever, poignant and
perceptive, as two wise women provide a delightful insight into
a wonderful friendship that will warm the coldest soul. Ultimately
a celebration of friendship, and a love of making things grow, Common
Ground is the perfect book for people who love gardening, from
two gardeners who love life.
The letters
in Common Ground follow the friend's gardens and lives through
a whole year.
Virginia, with
her husband Harry, runs a hill country North Canterbury farm, where
she feeds shearers and farm workers, as well as copes with runaway
livestock and other challenges of rural life.
Here, life is
about plodding behind cows at cow pace with time to think, it's
about planting seeds and watching them grow into lettuces and corn
and pansies and poppies, it's about cooking food for shearers and
making jam.
It is about
sitting down and sharing these things by letter with Janice, a friend
in the city; a friend who words a city job under fluorescent lights
and who still finds time to take her dog for walks in the pine forest
and grow a wild cottage garden with flowers and fruit and vegetables.
Common Ground
is about the common ground these friends share in the joy of growing
plants and it's about difference, the difference between city and
country, between the shepherd and the writer, the difference in
pace of life, one dictated by cows and sheep, the other by key performance
indicators and time sheets.
Poignant and
beautifully written, Common Ground has the makings of a classic
in the canon of writing about gardening and about lives lived thoughtfully
with a sharp edge of humour.
Janice Marriott
is an award-winning author, who lives in Wellington. Virginia Pawsey
is a farmer, and lives in Hawarden, in Canterbury: this is her first
book.
The
only wildlife I've had in my city garden lately has been a bizarre
neighbour who has been in the garden gate, while I was away, and
shut the cat door from the outside, thus trapping the cat inside.
Very strange. Oh, and all the grapes have disappeared. I have consequently
wrapped Bunsen's choke chain round the gate post and padlocked the
gate shut. I can't imagine you would have these sorts of problems.
- Janice
I was terribly sorry to hear of your grape loss. It is the sort
of thing intruders do, steal ripe grapes. It must be very hard to
protect your crop from human predation in the city. I could send
you a point 22 rifle and some ammunition but feel our old ferret
traps would be a more user-friendly deterrent. - Virginia
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