Connie Jordan Green has mined seventy years of steady and reverent observance of the exquisite intricacies of the daily, the absolute beauty of the mundane, the richness of earth and family, the poetry woven into the plainest of minutes. Here love is shaped by the familiar object, the common and almost invisible gesture, the sharp edges of what life hands us. From the "bins brim ing] with onion bulbs" to "egg and sperm together...inventing mathematics" to "the wolf stretched on the hearth," Green gives order to the chaos of a "world that wants to be made perfect." In her "household...