While wandering through Edith Wharton’s formal living room on my first visit to The Mount, I noticed a thin, blue volume on the bureau opposite the window walls that look out onto the grand, white-columned porch. In that book were deftly drawn sketches made by the homebuilder herself––simple images drawn in colored pencil of what she saw around her––her pets, her friends, the bounty from her gardens. Later, I asked in the bookstore if the book was for sale and was told that there was only one such copy, but that I was hardly the first to have asked. And that is how the idea for a book began— with the simple wish to take these drawings home to look at further.

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​Thanks to the generosity of the Watkins-Loomis Agency and to the amazing library staff at The Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library at Yale, who carefully scanned each image, I was able to spend the following year poring over these sketches. While I looked, I also read all of Edith Wharton's work. It was a fully-immersive experience—like listening to her voice while sitting in her garden with a basket of dogs at my feet. As I read, the idea for the book became clearer. It would pair a quotation from each of her novels with one of her sketches, putting her words front and foremost (as I assumed she would prefer). And so the sketchbook became a book and also marked the beginning of the Wharton Workshop, which continues to work to bring Edith Wharton's work to a larger audience.