This is written in two sections: one was a study of the author's garden broken down into weekly development in 1870, and the other was a tribute in memory of his late beloved cat and written in 1880.
My friend, a former English faculty member who is an avid master gardener had this short book on her to-read list, so I had to look into it and loved it. At first, since the language and structure is a little stilted in comparison to today's usage I had a little trouble; however, it eventually became interesting and readable. The author used tongue-in-cheek, and the analogies were beautifully and thoughtfully written. I was amazed that customs then did not keep others away from his garden, and not only did he have to fight off birds and the like, but human "poachers," both children and adults. I did not know what "pusley" was, and since in my garden I am always fighting weeds, I hope I never get it. After researching, I have seen it in lawns in Florida, and I do not like it. Since I garden in a Great Lakes State, I hope it never comes here, but he had it in Connecticut in 1870. Stay away!!!
Oh, how I dream about my summer garden all winter, and I will want to re-read this book during those months, so I can "return" to my love of the soil and how time flies when I am digging, weeding (not pusley, thank God), and planting.