THE OFFICIAL BLURB:
It’s the summer of 1971, not far from the stone-fruit capital of New South Wales, where Mr Wigg lives on what is left of his family farm. Mrs Wigg has been gone a few years now and he thinks about her every day. He misses his daughter, too, and wonders when he’ll see her again.
He spends his time working in the orchard, cooking and preserving his produce and, when it’s on, watching the cricket. It’s a full life. Things are changing though, with Australia and England playing a one-day match, and his new neighbours planting grapes for wine. His son is on at him to move into town but Mr Wigg has his fruit trees and his chooks to look after. His grandchildren visit often: to cook, eat and hear his stories. And there’s a special project he has to finish …
It’s a lot of work for an old man with shaking hands, but he’ll give it a go, as he always has.
I stumbled across this book via my cousin who was reading it as part of her local Book Club. She was having trouble ‘getting into it’ and I was looking for a new read so I thought ‘Why Not?’ I’m a sucker for an authentic Australian Setting and although orchards and vineyards are not the beef and grain to which I am more accustomed, we all belong to the larger “Primary Producer” Family ;)
I’ll admit, in the beginning Mr Wigg was a bit of a chore to read. I hate it when that happens. My self-diagnosed OCD (we’re all on the spectrum somewhere) won’t let me start a book and not finish it. I persevered.
By the end, I was sad to let Mr Wigg go. He had become an endearing and charming character in my day. His message was simple – celebrate the little things in life. Live with mindfulness and observe the wonders of every day instead of rushing by and missing out on a million little miracles that you hadn’t noticed.
Mr Wigg is not for everyone. But for those who take the time to appreciate its subtlety and charm, I think you will enjoy its simplicity.