Abby Winters Tour [portable] May 2026

“And here’s the garden,” Abby said, stepping out back.

Inside, the light fell in long rectangles across wooden floors. No shoes. No rush. A ceiling fan turned slow circles above a worn sofa piled with cotton blankets in faded colors. On the kitchen counter, a pitcher of water with lemon slices floating lopsided. abby winters tour

The house sat at the end of a gravel lane, sun-bleached and lazy, with a porch that sagged just enough to feel welcoming. Abby led the way, barefoot, her hair loose and still damp from a morning swim. “And here’s the garden,” Abby said, stepping out back