The Garden Club Trip (And a Plant I Can’t Name Yet)

I said yes without thinking. Which is rare for me these days. Mercedes was halfway through describing the bus—“old, but with air con, sometimes”—and I just nodded like someone who joins in with things. She blinked and said, “I’ll tell Elena to save you a seat.” Max watched me pack a sandwich and three plums … Continue reading The Garden Club Trip (And a Plant I Can’t Name Yet)