Grandmother Thorn treasures her garden, where not a leaf, twig or pebble is, allowed out of place. But when, a persistent plant sprouts without her permission, Grandmother begins to unravel. "Her hair became, as tangled as, the vines on her fence. Her garden fell into disrepair. One morning, she did not rake the path." A dear friend, the passage of seasons, and a gift only nature can offer help Grandmother Thorn discover that some things are beyond our control, and that sweetness can blossom in unexpected places.
