It was the time of year when the Gardener and his wife started lining up terra-cotta pots on the porch railings and filling them, two to four each week, with tiny, fragrant plants: basil, mint, oregano, rosemary, several varieties of sage, and even a few edible flowers.


Every afternoon, while gathering the mail, Squirrel checked the lineup of pots for new plants before scampering off — first, of course, to deliver the mail, and then to report any newly planted herbs to Raccoon and Rabbit and Mama Chipmunk, who were already making their lists and planning their summertime meals and parties.


(Early 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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