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I gravitate toward books about gardening, and this seemed a likely choice. I was a touch disappointed because the author was quite negative--he kept saying how much he loved gardening, but then complained about the bugs and weeds and too abundant harvests, and the critters. Some things he brought on himself by trying not to spray for bugs, until it was too late, then he sprayed a lot, also he was gardening in the Hudson River Valley and he didn't want to put up a fence to keep out the deer--is that dumb or what? (Of course, they can't just shoot them in New York.) Instead he had all sorts of electric fence contraptions which can't have been that beautiful either. Perhaps his view point was a bit skewed by the fact that near the end of the book he learns that he has a herniated disk--so his lifting and mowing and hoeing days are over. He had a few good lines and some funny situations. One of my favorite quotes: "Gardening is, by its very nature, and expression of the triumph of optimism over experience."