Booksology I felt apart from them as much as I praised the author and his dedication to honoring their land. I knew I couldn’t walk the trails near my home without fear of wasps… I can’t grow a rich herb garden without the help of my husband.
I could only admire what nature had to offer in deletion.
Then I read Kamille T. Dungey’s soil.
I don’t say my abilities match Dungie. When it comes to gardening, her abilities outweigh my own. But when I read her memoirs about growing diverse gardens in my own garden, I knew I was spending all my time in nature, observing people who didn’t have the luxury of developing connections with the land, and observing that it would become something that has become easier for a complete immersion.
Dungey admits this, allowing her book to converse other titles in the realm of nature’s writing, pointing out that the genre is historically unwelcome by women, mothers and black people. This genre effectively erased them.
But this is not the only thing that distinguishes this book from the rest. In addition to making every part of her life visible, Dungey also clearly writes about more than her connection to the land.
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Dungey writes about pushing back the uniformity inherent to the trim that surrounds much of our home, the green grass. Instead, she chooses to grow a pollinator garden filled with a variety of flowers, herbs, vegetables and other plants. This is a choice to fly in the face of community guidelines.
However, her garden is also a minority of other forms of uniformity. For example, by asking why they value other plants more than others, why pulling dandelions but growing daisies – she also asks if there are people we don’t want to see, and if there are people who don’t want to spend time growing an environment where we only see what we recognize.
At the beginning of Dungy’s book, when she becomes her husband, she mistakes a seagull for a duck. Instead of judging him, she writes: About me. About the world around me. How obvious I take the language I use to describe the world, and how much I can overlook as a result of things I didn’t work to learn. ”
Dungy’s book makes me want to learn everything I don’t know. It is a great read for nature regeneration and entering the seasons that follow.
