This was a sweet little book...but I felt uncomfortable reading some of the chapters, especially when I read the author’s note at the end. For example, one of the vignettes is told from the perspective of a middle aged Chinese immigrant who has suffered a very specific trauma, and her chapter is written in broken English. The author explains later this was based on a news story of a similar incident happening to a Saudi Arabian (male) immigrant. Why an apparently privileged white dude felt compelled to make those specific changes and comfortable writing it this way is confusing to me. Even the title is lifted from Black history, specifically post-enslavement. There were some other conclusions made in the book that were eyebrow raising too. Yes, it was diverse...but who was telling the story and profiting off of it? I’m not sure he had the right, if that makes sense. Anyway, on the surface, it was a quick, sentimental read and did serve to remind me of why I love gardening so much.