| For many years of her adult life, May Sarton lived without owning a house, feeling no responsibility except to her talent as a writer. She wandered 'borrowing other people's lives, other people's families, with the nostalgia of an only child.' But following the death of her parents, she finds that she yearns for a home.
Home is found in New Hampshire, in the form of a ramshackle farmhouse on the brink of collapse. And for the next several years May Sarton works to create a house and a garden fit to live in; a beautiful haven in which to write. May Sarton, author of I've heard the mermaids singing, writes in Plant Dreaming Deep about the house she finally settled in after years of borrowing other people's houses, other people's lives. |