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

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