What remains of the springs, summers, autumns, and winters of a woman’s life?
Isadora, now an old woman relegated to a hospice, looks back on her life and how intimately intertwined it was with that of the big, sprawling house where she spent almost her entire existence.
Told in lyrical, beguiling language, Isadora guides the reader through the maze of her memory. Like a watercolourist, she classifies her recollections by season, offering a poignant exploration of life’s fleeting yet profound moments.

