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If Your Rhubarb Is Backward, Bend It Forward (Or, the Ill-Tempere

If Your Rhubarb Is Backward, Bend It Forward (Or, the Ill-Tempered Garden) - Benington Marsh

David & Charles, 1973, Hardback in Dust Wrapper.
Condition: Very Good — in Very Good Dust Wrapper. Gently faded at the spine of the dust wrapper with the price also clipped. Edges of the boards slightly tanned. Text complete, clean and tight.

Illustrated with black and white photographs. From the cover: “There are probably a few people (usually men) for whom a garden is epitomised by a neat array of trees, shrubs and bedding plants, correctly dressed ranks of peas and beans, and an immaculate lawn. They relish the continuous war with undisciplined nature — the endless struggle against weeds, pests and diseases. But men seldom garden before they marry, and they then have to cope with the erratic and outrageously successful plantings of their wives and the depredations of children and dogs. Life is busy, and the garden is there to be lived in rather than maintained as a show-piece.

Here is a book for the gardener who wants a refuge from the pressures of competition and status, and a place where a free rein can be given to individual eccentricities and enthusiasms. It is discursive and practical together, with emphasis on fundamentals rather than on unexplained horticultural rules. Accounts of flowering times and bud formation point to the correct dates for pruning; ‘good drainage’ and how to get it; and adaptation to local climate are just a few of the central themes. For anyone who prefers, or is forced to give in to, an informal style of gardening, here is a relaxed and comforting guide to the particular pitfalls and problems that are bound to arise with this approach. It is written informally too, with infectious enthusiasm, anecdote, and plenty of solid, thought-provoking advice.”


Size: 8¾" x 5½". Blue boards with Gilt titling to the Spine. 164 pages.
£7.50
If Your Rhubarb Is Backward, Bend It Forward (Or, the Ill-Tempere