Grandmother Thorn treasures her garden, where not a leaf, twig or pebble is allowed out of place.
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..
Her garden fell into disrepair. ``Her hair became as tangled as the vines on her fence.
But when a persistent plant sprouts without her permission, Grandmother begins to unravel.
Grandmother Thorn treasures her garden, where not a leaf, twig or pebble is allowed out of place