THANK YOU, GARDEN

A diverse, intergenerational community works together in an urban garden.

Scanlon’s spare, rhyming text reads like an upbeat playground chant: “Garden ready, / garden new // Garden so much / work to do!” Verses cheerfully acknowledge the garden’s denizens—humans, flora, and fauna—as well as the chores and patience that yield the harvest. Shin’s flat, minimalist paintings depict four square raised beds with a red picnic table at their center. Stylized plants, some identifiable, most not, populate the plots rather primly, with lots of soil in between; only the tomatoes vine and twine with genuine exuberance as days pass. Children work, but the littlest two primarily play—with small vehicles, water, mud, and the garden’s critters. Though many skin tones are represented among the seven gardeners, facial features are rudimentary: black dots for eyes, red triangular noses, black crescents and triangles for mouths. Outfits change throughout, adding interest, and readers can spot a toy garden gnome that appears frequently. As the group prepares to gather at the table for a big salad, veggies, and luscious strawberries, Scanlon closes with lines of metaphor and gratitude: “Garden growing like a child, / rosy, / leggy, / fresh, and wild— // Wild in this muddy mess, / garden, thank you…. // Garden, yes!”

Joining a bumper crop of gardening titles, this suffices without standing out.