Poetic Prose for Herbal Souls on a Wintery Day
Here’s my first Book Note for 2013: Herbs and the Earth by Henry Beston, originally published in 1935.
A dear friend gave me the hardback Goodine Publisher edition (1990) in 1991. This is a book for a snowy day, a roaring fire and your favorite cup of tea. Henry Beston’s poetic prose draws you into the beauty of herbs and the mystery of life. When I read it the first time, I felt that I finally understood herbs and by association, the people who grow and love them. The second time, his words settled gently on my “herbal” soul. Periodically I pick it up and savor my favorite parts.
For the New Year, I would also like to share with you one of my favorite quotes:
“A garden is the mirror of a mind. It is a place of life, a mystery of green moving to the pulse of the year, and pressing on and pausing the while to its own inherent rhythms. In making a garden, there is something to be sought, and something to be found.”