I loved this - I think I first heard about it from a mention by Themis-Athena, but had to await its publication here before reading it. It's a slim tome, but packed; at 104 pages, what I originally thought would be a fast read instead took me a couple of days, despite my being absorbed in it.
Mostly, it's a celebration of gardens, the outdoors, and nature, as written by one new to all of it. But buried in the narrative, structured loosely like a diary, are moments of scathing wit, social commentary, and on the part of her husband, not a little misogyny. Elizabeth and her German Garden was originally published in 1898 and though its language is of the time, Elizabeth is refreshingly modern. Her thoughts, attitude, and personality are in almost all ways indistinguishable from the average 21st century woman's voice. I loved her and her scathing, dry wit.
My only complaint about the book is it was slightly too short. After lamenting two years of summer droughts that kept her in suspense of her garden's potential, the book ends at the very start of April and spring; I desperately want to know if she finally got to see her garden in all its glory! Did the yellow border work out? Enquiring minds are left hanging!