“It’s your mother. I’ve had a bit of an accident. Call when you can.”

When Annie Duncan arrives at the old family farm house in the middle of a peach orchard that had been her childhood home thirty years earlier, she’s forced into the hardest decision of her life. Katie McKenzie’s injuries from a fall off a ladder were minor, but the cancer prognosis was not.

Is Annie willing to quit her job, the only source of income since the divorce, and in doing so, lose her house, the only security she has left? Moreover, does she have the fortitude to watch her mom die a little day by day as she walks that final journey of life? Isn’t that what Hospice is for?

When an orchard biologist named Joe knocks at the kitchen door, his business card clarifies Annie’s decision as she reads the quotation on the back by Robert Louis Stevenson – Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds you plant.

“Do you believe in providence?” Joe asked.

“I’m not sure what it means.”

“Providence is like the seed inside a peach. The essence, that golden kernel of life, is tucked safely inside the armor of a protective outer pit. Providence is simply the shielding care of God, like a mother’s protection of her child in the womb—the seed that will someday bear its own fruit.

With eternal spring on the wind, Katie has one final commitment to keep before she’s ready to reap her harvest—one final seed to plant after the hard winter—that seed of providence called hope.