Books all tell stories, don’t they. This book tells the story of my great-grandmother – at least I think that it does. Oh, I am sure that my great-grandmother wrote it. What I am not sure of is how it reflects her life. It is the story of her garden, during the year before my grandfather left her. What kind of pain caused her to blank her mind, refuse to leave her house, and put all of her energy into this beautful garden? If plants could talk – and surely they can – we would know the real story.
(c) July 2016 Bonnie Cehovet
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