Just started WHAT THE STONES REMEMBER: A LIFE REDISCOVERED by Patrick Lane. It's beautifully written and is a memoir recounting the author's journey to sobriety, the first year of which he spent close to home, tending his garden.
The first sentence drew me in... "I stood alone among yellow glacier lilies and the windflowers of spring, the western anenome, their petals frail disks of trembling clotted cream."