About Patricia, Confessions of a
Non-Gardener
When it comes to plants, I have
what’s known as a black thumb. I can’t make anything
grow, either indoors or outside. I’m also incapable of identifying anything
other than the most basic species. So when Dingbat Publishing put out a call
for a Christmas regency series called Christmas Bouquet, I was skeptical. All
stories had to feature flowers somehow. What were the chances that I, lacking
any knowledge of plants, could write a story fitting those guidelines.
For inspiration, I channeled my
memories of my paternal grandmother. Grandma lived with us while my brothers
and I grew up, and I remember how she always had a garden full of colorful
blooms. The flowers not only added color, but their fragrance calmed me after a
busy day at school. Once I began tapping into those memories, the ideas started
flowing, and I soon had my main characters. James is a landscape architect, but
when he’s in the city he has a terrible sense of direction. Grandma would have
loved guiding him along, giving him advice, and applauding the goodness of his
heart. And since Grandma was crafty, always knitting, sewing, or painting, she
would have loved Selina, too.
Grandma’s been gone over
thirty-five years, but I still miss her. Writing about one of her favorite
hobbies was a way for me to have her by my side again for a little while.
About LOST IN LAVENDER
Selina Davison once enjoyed life as
a countess, but when tragedy struck, she learned to take care of herself.
Thanks to her skill creating hats adorned with realistic silk flowers, she’s
built a successful business as a milliner. When a handsome gentleman stumbles
into her shop asking for directions, she remembers and yearns for the joy of
having someone to share life’s ups and downs.
As the second son of an earl, James
Benton could enjoy his social privileges, but the concerns of the gentry hold
no interest for him. He’s much happier to be outdoors, tending to his plants,
which never judge him. His peerage connections help him secure the position as
landscape architect for the winter garden in Highgate, but no one warned him of
how complicated the personalities involved would make the job.
Excerpt
He inwardly cursed at his inability
to follow simple directions. He’d managed to graduate from Oxford, finding his
classes with the help of his classmates. Yet he couldn’t wrap his mind around
the difference between left and right. He stepped aside to let the people
behind him pass, and looked back. Perhaps he should try to find his way back to
the bookstore, but he didn’t see the shop’s sign. Had he made a turn or two
since leaving the shop? Perhaps the gentleman across the street could help him—
“Look out!” A shout pierced through
his thoughts and he froze, stopping just in time to let a carriage pass him by.
His mother and sister would have
chided him endlessly about his near-miss. Fortunately, he was alone, though he
scolded himself for his carelessness.
He glanced to each side before
crossing the busy street. Satisfied he’d be safe this time, he stepped off the
walkway. But his eyes refused to focus on the gentleman he’d intended to ask
for help. Instead, he spied the most exquisite flowers he’d ever seen. A
cluster of roses, so perfect, so life-like, they had to be real. But the
flowers were attached to a woman’s bonnet. Flowers as decorations on bonnets
weren’t particularly unusual, but these were so flawless he had to take a
closer look. If they were real, he had to find out where they’d come from. If
they were hand-made, he needed to discover the material and compliment the
artist.
And so, being the horticulturist he
was, he followed the hat.
Connect with Patricia
Thank you so much for having me here! I hope your readers enjoy reading about Lost in Lavender and its characters.
ReplyDelete"He followed the hat." I love it and enjoyed the blog, Patty.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Diana. Once I got my bearings, the story was fun to write.
DeleteLoved your excerpt, Patricia. As a gardener, I look forward to reading Lost in Lavender! Best wishes!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Darcy! I hope you enjoy it.
DeleteHow lovely you were able to tap into your grandmother's creativity. I empathize with James. Give me a map and I can go anywhere. Yet, I easily get lost in the mall. I come out of a store and have no idea which way to go. Wishing you much success with this story.
ReplyDeleteI admit, I get lost in malls, too! Maybe I'm too busy window shopping to take note of where I am. Thanks so much for stopping in, Diane!
DeleteAlthough I love flowers and plants, I'm not much of a gardener either Patty! May have to give that another try
ReplyDeleteGood luck and God's blessings
PamT
Loved the post! And the cover is magical!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is such a lovely little story!
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