The Bosendorfer piano sat drunkenly on Alexandre Frick’s lawn, rain splashing on the pared keys.
The instrument once belonged to his tutor, Miss Bucher, the woman who had convinced him he could be a classical pianist. The plan had been to restore it, but moth grubs had eaten the felt and woodworm was turning the frame to powder.
Alexandre’s wife Sofia stood beside him, huddling under her umbrella. ‘I have an idea,’ she said.
Four months later, geraniums shone scarlet from the frame, purple campanula and lobelia tumbled over the keyboard, blooming just as Alexandre had thanks to Miss Bucher.