Anywhere Farm

ยท Candlewick Press
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โ€œ โ€˜You can grow your own farm anywhereโ€™ is the empowering message of this inclusive picture book.โ€ โ€” School Library Journal (starred review)

You might think a farm means fields, tractors, and a barnyard full of animals. But you can plant a farm anywhere you like! A box or a bucket, a boot or a pan โ€” almost anything can be turned into a home for green, growing things. Windows, balconies, and front steps all make wonderful spots to start. Who knows what plants you may choose to grow and who will come to see your new garden? Phyllis Root delivers a modern rhyming mantra for anyone hoping to put their green thumbs to good use, while G. Brian Karasโ€™s cheerful urban illustrations sprout from every page. After all, anywhere can be a farm โ€” all it takes is one small seed and someone to plant it.

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โ€œPicture books are performances,โ€ says Phyllis Root, quoting some sage advice she once received. โ€œTheyโ€™re performances that involve a childโ€”something both of you do. And once I started thinking of them that way, I started getting much looser about making up words and playing around with rhythm.โ€ Phyllis Root picked up an early affinity for colloquial language while growing up in Indiana and southern Illinois, โ€œwhere people actually say things like, โ€˜I got a hitch in my git-alongโ€™!โ€ She decided to be a writer in the fifth grade, but it wasnโ€™t until she was thirty years old that she took a writing course with an influential teacher who gave her โ€œthe toolsโ€ she says she needed. โ€œThatโ€™s when I figured out that you could learn to be a writer,โ€ she says. What followed was a series of rollicking stories that take on a new life when read aloud, among them One Duck Stuck, a one-of-a-kind counting book; Kiss The Cow!, an affectionate salute to stubbornness; What Baby Wants, a tale of increasingly ridiculous efforts to quiet an infant that one reviewer compared to an episode of I Love Lucy; and Looking For a Moose, a buoyant tale with a final surprise discovery. The author does โ€œendless rewritingโ€ before a book is finished, but often starts out by writing her stories in her head, a trick she learned as a time-pressed mother when her two daughters were very young. For example, Rattletrap Carโ€”a joyful celebration of perseveranceโ€”began with her playing around with sounds (โ€œclinkety clankety, bing bang pop!โ€) and calling up bits of old camp songs. A master of rhythmic read-alouds, Phyllis Root exhibits a range many writers would envy. Her counting book Ten Sleepy Sheep is as serene and lulling as One Duck Stuck is rambunctious. โ€œCounting sheep isnโ€™t always easy,โ€ she notes. โ€œOnce, while we were farm-sitting, my daughter and I had to chase down two runaway lambs in the growing darkness, then count twenty-seven frisky lambs to make sure they were all safe for the night. Luckily, they were.โ€ Oliver Finds His Way is a quiet, classic picture book about a defining moment in the life of a small childโ€”getting lost and having the pluck to find the way home. On the other extreme, Phyllis Root takes on no less than the whole universe in Big Momma Makes the World, a powerful, original, down-home creation myth that received rave reviews and won the prestigious Boston Globeโ€“Horn Book Award. And her book Lucia And The Light is a timeless adventure about one brave girlโ€™s quest that was inspired by Nordic lore. When sheโ€™s not writing, Phyllis Root teaches at Vermont Collegeโ€™s MFA in Writing for Children program. She lives with her two daughters and two cats in a hundred-year-old house in Minneapolis, Minnesota, and loves to read (mostly mysteries with female protagonists) or spend time outdoors gardening, camping, sailing, or traveling. โ€œOne of the things Iโ€™ve learned about myself,โ€ she confides, โ€œis that when I get really stuck and canโ€™t seem to get writing, itโ€™s because Iโ€™ve forgotten to take time out to play.โ€

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