Orchard House

February 1, 2015
How a novice gardener became a permaculturalist and found community in the process.When Edible Seattle editor Weaver (The Butcher and the Vegetarian: One Woman's Romp Through a World of Men, Meat, and Moral Crisis, 2010, etc.) and her mother first found an overgrown half-acre of garden in a quiet neighborhood, they didn't see the work required to turn the chaos into a cultivated garden. They only saw the potential, feeling a sense of magic as they stood among the huge rhododendrons and blackberry vines laden with berries. Some of Weaver's best memories from her childhood involved a garden, her mother, and fresh tomatoes and ripe strawberries, and she hoped those brief moments of happiness and togetherness might reappear in this new garden and orchard. Strong descriptions of the numerous vegetable plants and fruit trees Weaver planted and the work involved to reclaim this neglected oasis intermingle with her personal reflections on her childhood, her longings for a solid family life and the desire for a community of friends. Lyrical passages recount the joyous moments Weaver shared with her nieces and nephews, brief passages of time that took her breath away at the beauty of it all-when the light hit at just the right angle or when her nieces shouted with glee, their faces and hands smeared with berry juice. Her anxiety, frustration and weariness also play an integral part in this narrative, as she continued to learn that gardening is not an exact science. Nature has its own moods and quirks as much as any human, and she had to learn to be flexible and adapt or break in the process. The result was an abundance of harvests-of food, friendship and love. Honest and moving, one woman's initiation into intensive gardening with her mother, which changed a neglected space into something beautiful and bountiful and shifted their relationship as well.

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March 1, 2015
As the eldest of two children born to a driven, demanding single mother, Weaver learned how to be resilient and strong, resourceful and self-sufficient. What she didn't learn was how to be nurturing or nurtured, loving or loved. That wouldn't come until she relocated to Seattle to help her aging mother move into a dilapidated house whose main asset was an oversize and under-utilized garden. While mother and daughter reclaimed raspberry bushes and planted pear trees, they deciphered the delicate dance of role reversal that would finally allow them to transform their family's dysfunctional past into a semblance, at least, of a feasible future. Weaver, a freelance writer whose work enabled her to travel the globe, possesses the kind of rootlessness that stems directly from a childhood of fierce independence, an ironic background for someone who came to embrace gardening and the ecological practice of permaculture as a way of life. With buoyant grace and empathic insights, Weaver offers an ardent tribute to both the science of perseverance and the art of letting go.(Reprinted with permission of Booklist, copyright 2015, American Library Association.)