Looking out through the cottage windows, the Gardener’s wife spied a gloriously sunny day, the garden full of dappled shade courtesy of several newly leafed-out trees. She longed to be outside, free of her blanket and her box of tissues, rid of the cold that had her feeling grumbly and a little sorry for herself.

In the late afternoon, she decided that maybe some sun would help after all, so she carried her box of tissues out into the meadow, settled herself in a lounge chair (wrapped up in her blanket), and took a nap in the warm, late-day sunshine.

(Early May 2024)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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