The Sketchpad



Watercolors and sketchpad tucked under her arm, the Gardener’s wife settled into the dappled shade at the edge of the meadow, flowers nodding in the breeze while bees went about their busyness.


Unaware that she’d attracted an audience, she began to paint — while Rabbit, Squirrel, and Mama Chipmunk watched intently from the garden wall as watercolors bloomed across the page.


Her painting half-finished, the Gardener’s wife stepped away, leaving her paints and sketchpad behind.


When she returned, lemonade in hand, the painting was full of impressionistic flowers and giant abstract bees. And in the corner: a collection of watercolor pawprints.


(Late May 2024)


Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr
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