Emma vandiver (5 resultados)

Condición: New. Print on Demand.

Condición: New. Print on Demand.

Condición: New. Print on Demand.

Condición: New. Print on Demand.

Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. Neuware - The lawn comes out in April, and Evelyn Mercer has until the tenth of May.The hills above California's Central Coast are green for about twenty weeks a year. Somewhere inside that stretch the ground at a small winery in the Paso Robles hills is soft enough to dig, and it does not stay that way long.Evelyn Mercer spent thirty-one years as a landscape architect and she stopped in the autumn. She comes up for the season with her husband - to a cottage that is not hers, a table she did not build, and a man who has quietly made his own plans for the spring.On her second morning somebody asks her about a lawn.What follows is a survey, an argument about drip line, four hundred and nine plants, and a kitchen garden set eleven feet from the door it is meant to feed. Evelyn knows how wide every one of those plants will be in six years, who will have to prune it, and what dies in August when nobody is on the property. She says about a tenth of what she sees.Around her the year does what it does. The cover crop stands knee-high between the bare vine rows and then goes under the disc. The vines break bud. The clocks go forward, and for the first time since November the long table is set in daylight: artichokes done in the oven with a great deal of oil and eaten with fingers, peas and fava together in a bowl the size of a hubcap, lamb over wood, two kinds of bread, the first thin strawberries of the year, and something green that came out of a bed that did not exist in February.A novel about work, appetite, and the long view.What to expect- One spring on California's Central Coast, from knee-high cover crop to the week before bloom- Late citrus, artichokes, peas, fava beans, green garlic, bitter greens, and herbs cut that morning- Food that gets carried, cooked, eaten with fingers, and sometimes left over - never a menu catalogue- A working winery from the ground up: crews, budgets, water, and who opens the valve in August- A marriage of long standing in which both people are busy- No murder, no villain, no ruined harvest, and no scandal waiting in a drawer- Told entirely from Evelyn's point of view, in close third personA Garden for August is the third novel in The Golden Hour Stories. It follows The Long Table at Golden Hour and The Season of Good Things, and reads on its own.…