Still no rain. Throughout the garden, fern fronds and begonia stems and hellebore leaves wilted and drooped (although it was now officially fall, so no one was entirely sure whether the drooping and wilting were due to the weather or the time of year). 


Following Rabbit’s example, everyone started setting bowls, teacups, saucers, even plates outside their doors, around the trunks of the trees that housed their nests, or at the base of the stone wall, and filling them each morning with water for the bees, the crickets, the spiders, and the last of the summer bugs.


(September 2023)


Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr
This is another vignette in my ongoing series of Tiny Garden Stories: peaceful 1-minute tales that let you read like a kid again. Click one of the first two buttons below to go to (or back to, if that’s where you fell down the rabbit hole) either the “Public Garden” archive page or (if you’re a Story Club member) to the members-only “Private Garden” page. Or click the third button to learn more about my Tiny Garden Stories. If you’re new to Tiny Garden Story-land and would like 10 days’ worth of stories from our first year, visit


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