Fog in the Trees

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On steamy hot summer afternoons, Crow often shared — loudly, with anyone who would listen — the stories passed down from her grandmother. Tales of faraway and long-ago places. Cool-water creeks on hillsides; tiny caves in the rocks, perfect for stashing hoards of shiny things; oh-so-many ancient trees; and late-afternoon thunderstorms that turned hot, humid days into such blissfully, unexpectedly cool mornings that fog lingered among the branches until midday.

(July 2022)

 

 
This is another vignette from our ongoing series of Tiny Garden Stories: peaceful 1-minute tales, full of cozy vibes, delicious details, and generous dollops of imagination and whimsy. Click the titles/arrows below to read the previous (left) or next (right) story in the collection … or (if you arrived here from one of the archive pages), click the “back” button to go to the previous page.

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