One plucky widow, six scrubby acres, and an unlikely group of gardeners, all brought together by a long-ago promise.

Fifty years is a long time to wait. Posey knows Elliot meant his promise, and oh, how he tried, but time and money didn't grow on the sagebrush blanketing their high-desert land. Neither did life go exactly the way they planned. Now, Elliot is gone, the sound of his plea ringing in her ears ... "Build the garden, my love!"

This English garden was supposed to be a gift, a capstone on their wonderful life together... so why is her heart not in it? And how, when Posey is deep in her own loss, does she find herself helping everyone else find paths to healing? Her son's unrelenting opposition to this garden is a mystery, yet she tries to salvage their bond. Even her landscaping crew comes to her for relationship advice. Can't they see she's a grieving widow with nothing left to give?

Then there's the letter Elliot left with the lawyer. Something tells her that dear man had a reason to save his last words until the garden is finished, but why?

Armed with nothing but brokenness and determination, Posey sets off on a mission to transform the desert soil-and maybe find a part to play in transforming hearts as well.