The story of Sweetgrass Springs had some of its roots in a discovery I made on a trip through Blanco, Texas. Blanco is in the Hill Country, just like the imaginary town of Sweetgrass Springs, but what grabbed my imagination was the notion of a decommissioned courthouse, something I’ve never heard of. Blanco was once the county seat, but it was moved to Johnson City, leaving the former courthouse abandoned.
The notion just tickled my brain and wouldn’t let go. I started thinking of a tiny dying town, of an old woman who owned the town’s only diner and who bought that old courthouse and clung to the hope that one day the town would live again. This is a photo of the actual courthouse I shamelessly adopted as mine.
And thus was born the little lady with the huge heart, Ruby Gallagher, whose daughter had taken off in her teens and never come back. But every night, Ruby climbed to the top of the courthouse and looked to the distance, hoping her daughter would return.
Then came the day when a stranger show up in town, the granddaughter Ruby never new existed. And the story begins…