Compulsive clock-watchers may come away from this poetic disquisition with some truer ways of telling time. When a child suggests that the grandfather clock in her grandmother’s house needs fixing, Grandma explains that she has many other ways of measuring time: heartbeats, pages of a book, bathwater going cold, shadows under a tree. She tells days of the week by the smell of bread baking, the clatter of garbagemen, and other cues: longer intervals by the moon and tides, flowers and temperatures, “comets in their ellipses, the sun and moon’s eclipses,” and even the stars, which also teach that “time’s just too big to fit inside any watch or clock.” Lambert (Nobody Rides the Unicorn, 2000, etc.) uses muted, clear colors and softly rounded forms to give his scenes of child and grandparents rambling down country roads or along the shore, planting the garden, making snowballs, or just sitting together, a peaceful, idyllic air. An eloquent, compelling invitation to children to think deep thoughts and not to take the over-scheduled life for granted. (Picture book. 5-8)
