Meet Me in the Garden
Cut along the dashed lines and pass the cards around the table.
Where were you when you read most of this book, and did the setting shape how you felt about it?
What was the first small moment in the book that made you sink into it, like settling into a favorite chair?
LaCour writes gardens and quiet spaces so vividly. What real place in your life feels like your own version of that garden?
Which passage felt like a warm hand on your shoulder, and what was going on for you when you read it?
The book leans into slowness and noticing. Did reading it change the pace of your day at all?
Who in your life came to mind while you were reading, and did you feel like reaching out to them?
This story sits with longing in a really gentle way. What kind of longing did it stir in you, and did that feel comforting or bittersweet?
Without giving anything away, what feeling did you carry with you after closing the book, and how long did it stay?