Our Bookseller says:
This is THE book that defined my childhood. Every member of my 6-person family owns a personal copy of this book and displays it proudly on our shelves. My oldest brother has two copies. My mom’s copy is autographed.
Harvey Potter’s Balloon Farm is thread through my body like DNA; drinking in its lush pictures by candlelight when a storm would knock out the power on my family farm is a fundamental building block of who I am today. This scripture ensorcelled my home for the same simple reasons it will yours: it’s a tale told with heart, humor, and a healthy amount of distrust for the government. – Terry
Harvey Potter was a very strange fellow indeed. He was a farmer, but he didn’t farm like my daddy did. He farmed a genuine, U.S. Government Inspected Balloon Farm.
So begins this enchanting original tall tale. Set in the rural south and populated with a truly unforgettable cast of characters–including, if you look very carefully, a rabbit, a Tyrannosaurus rex, a cat, a chicken, a cow, and a pig hidden in each remarkable illustration–this is a book that is filled with wonderful impossibilities and magical imagination. Told in the great tradition of summer nights and front porch yarns, Harvey Potter’s Balloon Farm will lift your spirit right off the ground, just as it does Harvey Potter.