PLEASE NOTE: This review is for the Carolrhoda Books, Inc. edition, which was first published in the US in 1991. There is a 2018 US edition by NorthSouth Books which has awfully clunky text and is missing all the charm of this series.
Once upon a time, we decided it would be fun to have a garden. We could grow our own tomatoes, and strawberries, and other things. It all started out well enough. The plants grew well, we were having a good time, and we learned that the ubiquitous roly-polies that were decimating the young shoots could be drowned in shallow dishes filled with beer. We built a chickenwire enclosure to keep the ground squirrels out. The butterflies and bees were enjoying our garden, and we were enjoying them.
The tomatoes grew and grew and grew. We ate tomato salad, tomato sauce, tomato sandwiches. We ate tomatoes until tomatoes started coming out our ears. We gave away tomatoes to anyone who would take them. (It's surprisingly hard to give away delicious tomatoes.) I developed tomato heartburn and thought I might never eat another tomato in my life. One day we arrived to find the tomato plants ravaged. Broken plants and smashed tomatoes everywhere. Some large-ish critter must have gotten in and wreaked havoc. We were secretly grateful that SOMETHING was still enjoying the tomatoes, but we would have preferred to not lose all our other plants to it. We put a chickenwire roof on the chickenwire enclosure to keep the critter out.
Over the next months, our efforts were eaten by snails, grasshoppers, ants, caterpillars, and I don't even remember what else. We started joking that what we were doing was not gardening, but zookeeping. We dealt with each invasion as it came along. From our five strawberry plants, we got about two strawberries, and the critters got the rest. Plant after plant was munched on. But we still had the peppers! Glorious spicy peppers ripening in beautiful shades of orange and red. Nothing eats peppers, right? Wrong. The morning we were going to pluck them off their plants, we found that they, too, had been eaten. We were done gardening for good.
Ruckus in the Garden is a majorly adorable depiction of how gardening can turn into zookeeping. As with all Pettson & Findus (English: Findus & Mercury) books, the illustrations are quirky and darling. Lots to see and laugh about, lots to point out to each other and talk about while reading together. The translation of this book is particularly well done as well. LOVE LOVE LOVE it.