When Abby Bryant's husband Josh tells her he wants to move to West Virginia and homestead, she's incredulous... as well as worried. Josh has had some pretty out-there ideas before, but this one takes the cake! They have a perfectly nice life in suburban New Jersey, even if it's as busy and frenetic as everyone else's. And while Josh is his typically eager self, ready to start hammering nails, planting corn, and whatever else he's meant to do according to those YouTube videos he's watched, Abby is a lot more cautious. Binge-watching Alone doesn't mean you're ready to go off-grid, and they like their life in the suburbs... don't they? But then their kids get involved... sixteen-year-old Bethany, fourteen-year-old William, eleven-year-old Jack, and six-year-old Rose are all more on board than Abby could have ever expected, even if little Rose really just wants a cat. Abby starts to suspect she's the only one dragging her feet... but for how long? When their suburban life starts to come off the rails in all sorts of ways, Abby realizes something has to change. But is homesteading really the answer, especially when they're such untested newbies? Josh certainly seems to think so. With the help of her family, can Abby take that leap of faith? The heartwarming start to a brand-new series by multimillion-selling author Kate Hewitt, Wildflower Valley will introduce you to a wonderful community of quirky characters as you follow the Bryants on their homesteading adventure. For fans of Little House on the Prairie, The Pioneer Woman, and anyone who has dreamed of having their own little corner of land... WHAT READERS HAVE SAID ABOUT KATE HEWITT'S "Gripping, emotional, amazing... I can always depend on Kate Hewitt for a great read." —Goodreads Review "Wonderful... I was completely immersed in the story, and the ending was heartbreaking and hopeful." —Reader Review "I loved this book... it was a perfect, feel-good read." —Reader Review "A truly fantastic read... Emotional. Beautiful." -Goodreads Review They say there is a spender and a saver in every marriage, but that’s just a nicer way of saying one person is sensible, and one person… isn’t. At least that’s what I’m thinking when my husband Josh comes bounding into the kitchen one gray February afternoon, a look of excited determination on his face. It’s a look I know well, and it usually means I need to brace myself. “Abby,” he says. “I have an idea.” My husband has a lot of ideas. After nineteen years of marriage, I’ve learned to listen to them with a mostly undisturbed equilibrium because often these ideas peter out without too much fanfare or fuss, although occasionally they’ve sputtered on longer than they should have, which takes another, more stalwart kind of patience. “Okay,” I say as I start slicing some mushrooms for the casserole we’re having for dinner, even though two out of my four children don’t like mushrooms. I like them. I glance into the adjoining family room, to see if any of our four kids is sprawled there, listening with a silent, wide-eyed alertness, because they have the unfortunate tendency of either reacting with melodramatic horror to Josh’s idea (moving to the Falkland Islands) or unfettered excitement (buying a school bus and tricking it out like a camper van to travel the country) and neither is helpful when it comes to the notions that can occasionally grip Josh li