"May 7th--There were days last winter when I danced for sheer joy
out in my frost-bound garden in spite of my years and children. But
I did it behind a bush, having a due regard for the decencies..."
In this novel, Elizabeth's uniquely witty pen records each season
in her beloved garden, where she escapes from the stifling routine
of the indoors--servants, meals, domestic routine, and the presence
of her overbearing husband.
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