A colorfully illustrated round of the season in the garden of the
best-selling novelist, memoirist, and champion putterer with a
wheelbarrow
On the perimeter of Israel's Jezreel Valley, with the Carmel mountains
rising up in the west, Meir Shalev has a beloved garden, "neither neatly
organized nor well kept," as he cheerfully explains. Often covered in
mud and scrapes, Shalev cultivates both nomadic plants and "house
dwellers," using his own quirky techniques. He extolls the virtues of
the lemon tree, rescues a precious variety of purple snapdragon from the
Jerusalem-Tel Aviv highway, and does battle with a saboteur mole rat. He
even gives us his superior private recipe for curing olives.
Informed by Shalev's literary sensibility, his sometime riotous humor,
and his deep curiosity about the land, My Wild Garden abounds with
appreciation for the joy of living, quite literally, on Earth. Our
borrowed time on any particular patch of it is enhanced, the author
reminds us, by our honest, respectful dealings with all manner of beings
who inhabit it with us.