MY BABA'S GARDEN

This tale based on Scott’s boyhood experiences with his Polish grandmother traces the daily routines of a child and their beloved Baba.

In her first appearance, Baba is bathed in the sunlight streaming through her kitchen window, a bent Madonna in a sweater and slippers. She brings the young narrator a large bowl of oatmeal with pickles, cabbage, and beets before they walk to school, a jar at the ready to collect worms for Baba’s garden. Later, the child wonders why she does this, and Baba dips her finger into rainwater and traces the lines on the youngster’s hand. Author and illustrator allow readers to discern how communication occurs in the absence of a common spoken language—and what it means. The protagonist’s mother offers context when she relays that the garden and the presence of food in every nook and cranny result from earlier scarcity. Scott’s poetic sensibilities distill the days into meaningful moments and images, sometimes captured in similes: The woman “hums like a night full of bugs.” Smith’s warm gouache-and-watercolor scenes are filled with gentle gestures and connection. Later, when Baba moves in with the family, a wordless sequence—in which her grandchild brings her breakfast—is a beautifully crafted callback to the poignant ritual seen earlier in the story. Characters are tan-skinned. (This book was reviewed digitally.)

A quiet, tender, and profoundly moving celebration of intergenerational love.