Eleanor was born by the sea, the eldest of four. She taught third grade for thirty-eight years, kept a garden that drew the whole street to her gate, and was the kind of grandmother who always had butterscotch in her pocket. She believed the small things were the whole of a life.







“Don't be sad for too long. Put the kettle on, sit in the garden, and notice something lovely. I'll be in all of it.”


If the words are hard, tell me one true thing about Eleanor and I'll help.