A father makes a green and growing place and finds among the shadows of bushes and flowers hidden treasures. Cupping them in his earth-stained hands, he calls his daughter to come and share his discovery.
Each time, she finds a garden creature to marvel over and remember: a delicate pink circle of worm, a beetle in shining gold armor, or a leaf-green mantis who boldly balances upon her own steady and caring fingers.
With graceful, loving words and vibrant art, Joanne Ryder and Mark Graham portray a special father who shares what he values most—all the beauty and wonder of the natural world.
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When they reach for something interesting--a ``pink circle of worm,'' a snail, a mantis--``I bend closer,/knowing that/ nothing within/my father's hands/will harm me.'' Wide-eyed, a little hesitant in Graham's lush, romantic paintings, the little girl takes the mantis in her hands to gaze in wond...| Read Full Review of My Father's Hands