The Early-morning Sprinkler



The Gardener was running the sprinkler on a brisk early morning, trying to dampen a corner near the front porch, in readiness for a few soon-to-be transplanted begonias. And before long, the air filled with sing-song chatter: Come see! Come see! Wet seeds! Worms! Fake-rain!


The wrens, the sparrows, the purple finches, and the robins flitted and swooped, settling in amongst the sprinkles, where they danced and sang and splashed in the unexpected not-quite rain.


(Late May 2024)


Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr
This is another cozy Tiny Garden Story in my ongoing series: peaceful 100-word 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.

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