A Garden, A Pig and Me, A Year at Torreyburn－by Ferguson.J

This is a book full of fun and surprise! I had never intended to read this book before. I found it one day when I was wandering around the library and searching books about gardening. I had to admit that the title attract my attention and after I read several pages, I decided to take it.

It does not merely talk about gardening, it also talks about food and feeling of live and of course some beautiful pictures! Overall the writting is lovely and always make me laugh.

Some people spend their time dreaming of paradise in heaven. I would rather try and creat it here on earth.

The authort tells us why she wants to build a garden and why she spends so much effort on it. I agree with her. When I was in China, space is limited and a garden to me is a dream never come true. But my family grows vegetables and flowers on the roof of the building. Though we cannot own our garden, we can at least grow things that we like near our home. The feeling is different when we build our mini garden which seems a paradise created by our own hands. So I think creating things that we admire is better than complaining not owning those.

In page 41, the author describes an very interesting experience about the lost lamb leg. The lamb leg is put in the sink and disappeared when the author return home (stolen by the big cat!). That is so funny and wanna u to have a look by yourself.

Let me share some of the amazing paragraphies:

It is just so much easier to run away from difficult situations, or to agree with the other person's point pf view. Particularly in a group situation, it is so tempting to go along with everyone else rather than be true to oneself and suffer possible rejection.

For me, age brings confidence and greater feeling of acceptance of oneself, and this in turn brings power. The best thing about fifty is at last being able to be oneself. Murmurings that have been locked up deep inside are allowed to pop out now. We try so hard to be dignified when young, and now that we are older, by some strange twist, we are able more truely to acknowledge the child within, and be ourselves.(pp.87-88)

Lincoln is not the only person to be criticised for helping animals. It is a familiar experience for many to be upbraided for wasting their time and money in suck efforts, when there are so many humans who need help.

This sort of criticism is self-centred and short-sighted. All living creatures are connected, and to work with animals is to work at the heart of what we are ourselves. Compassion does not discriminate. It flows from the one source deep in our hearts...The connection between how we treat animals and how we treat other people is inextricably linked.(pp.52-53)

p.s sorry that I can't find a picture of the cover~maybe not many people read it ..