Three summers bringing my grandmother's garden back, and everything that came up with the weeds.
When Margot inherits a house in her grandmother's town, the garden is the first thing she sees, and she has no idea what to do with it. Over three summers of digging, she finds bulbs planted in rows that spell out dates, a tin of letters nobody was meant to read, and a version of her family she'd never been told about.
Thursday, April 16 · 6:30 to 8:30
Sample Street Books, 210 Main Street, Sample Town. Bubbly, flowers from the garden, a short reading, and signed copies.
Every event is free. Bring your copy, or buy one there, and I'll sign it.
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Sample Street Books, with a reading, a toast, and signed copies.
A morning walk through the community garden on Elm Street, followed by questions.
A video call for book clubs reading it together. Sign up your group and send questions ahead.
The garden had been left alone for six years, which in a Southern summer is long enough for anything to win. The roses had climbed the fence and the mint had taken the walk, and somewhere under it all, my grandmother had planted rows of tulips she never told anyone about.
I found the first one in April. It came up in a line so straight it couldn't have been an accident, and I stood there in borrowed boots counting until I ran out of row.
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“I read it in two sittings and then went outside and pulled weeds for an hour.”
“A book about grief that still manages to smell like cut grass and July.”
“The tulip chapter made me call my mother.”
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