"In a delightful journey through the seasons, Edna Hong shares her appreciation of life lived and values learned on a midwestern farm," says the cover, and indeed it is a wonderful collection of quaint, timeline-fuzzy musings about rural childhood in the 1920s, a chapter for each month on the calendar (each opened w/ a beautiful pencil sketch). You don't often find writing like this for this era. Lush and picturesque.