“Tiny Tales are not just for big boys, you know”, Robin informed me after last week’s math story was complete, “Can I have a Tiny Tale, too?” And those dark-as-coal eyes looked up at me and I said, “Okay, Bobbin, it’s your turn next”. So, this week is a Tinier Tale, just the right sizeContinue reading “Tinier Tales – Aggie in the Berry Patch”
He used to explode the eggs and put his foot in the batter. He used to knock the flour bag over. He used to cry at the oven that the cookies were taking too long. Still, we baked.
Adam and Merribelle Dewfeather live together at Lavender cottage with their four children: Pennywhistle, Linsong, Hyacinth and Snowdrop. The cottage has a cobbled path leading through the swaying lavender to a white gate and a table, where elves come to trade.
Winter was my favourite season before having children. I loved frosty walks and those winter smells: hot chocolate, icy winds, cinnamon and brown sugar.
Silken and glistening, song weaves around us and through us, strumming our nerves like nylon strings, sending vibrations from heart to head and back again.