The Gray Walk



After finishing his second cup of tea, Old Possum walked to the woods for some fresh air.


He loved the coziness of winter, but the unrelenting gray of its tail end always left him feeling a touch melancholy, and he had to remind himself to search for bits of loveliness in the gray-and-brown day.


Under a leaden sky, he kicked through leaves, stomped through the dormant meadow, and listened for birdsong in the bare trees.


Later, as he trundled home, a spot of purple caught his eye. He crept closer and spied a single, early crocus. And it was enough.


(Mid-February 2024)


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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