Our library had a wonderful display of picture books for African American History Month, so we picked up a stack. My favorite has been this book about Edna Lewis (Here's a wonderful, short video about her. Don't you love this photo? Gorgeous.)
The story is a celebration of seasons and good food. There's something so calming about it, the rhythm, the predicability of one season following another. It comforts me in the same way Ox-Cart Man does and I've found myself reading it over and over to Sam.
The songs and rhymes that are scattered throughout the book summon up the joy and exhuberance of the harvest, and spinning that harvest into mouth-watering meals. I think this is one we might have to add to our personal library. I can see us reading it over and over throughout the year.