It was snowing in the garden, but Crow was temporarily lost in a vision of warmth and beachy loveliness.

She had received her annual winter-time postcard from her grackle friend who lived on an island in the far, far South. This year, the entire grackle family had gone on vacation, to the shore of a different ocean, where clouds bustled overhead and large azure waves crashed against the sand, where the edge of the world smelled of saltwater and seaweed.

(Mid-January 2024)

Story & Photo © 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 ReadPurrNewsletter.com.