Willow Tree Cottage, TreetopsApril 21st Dear Spring Just a quick note to say how much I have missed you! I hope I can speak on behalf of all of us here in the North country to say that we’ve been eagerly awaiting your arrival. I cannot wait to kiss the crocuses, and hear the brooks … Read More
When Tiny visited the Treetops Gallery of Art, she expected to see long dark halls of roaming eyes, meandering hills and alabaster cherubs frozen in time. But it wasn’t that way at all. The rooms were airy and filled with light, with a silence that felt almost sacred. She came upon the Cheney Chapel, the … Read More
Sometimes Tiny will hold her best friend close, empty her mind, and lose herself completely in those warm, furry arms. Penny-dog never thinks of the power she holds, because the only thing she knows is love. Her devotion runs so deep it could stitch the small tears in Tiny’s tender heart. And her joy is … Read More
Today’s story is a about a piece of music that has haunted Tiny for half her short, sweet life. It first entered her ears, then her mind, then her dreams, and has brought her to tears ever since. Not tears of pain, fellow Traveler, but tears of joy, and of gratitude. Oh, and in case … Read More
It was on a crisp and sunny spring morning, that Tiny was filling her bird feeders when a shiny red fleck flashed in the corner of her eye. It was probably one of the neighborhood cardinals; she continued to stuff the little house with seeds.“Help!” called a little voice, “excuse me, I’m lost! Do you … Read More
It’s on a rare and special occasion that Tiny treats herself to a bubble bath, and the water must be hot, bubbly and fragrant with French lavender. As she watches the frothy rainbows forming, she imagines each bubble a dream, one delicately popping as another one forms. In the bubble before her, she sees Rosa … Read More
It’s time for the first of the changeovers in the North country, when February generously makes way for March, and the snow moon takes a gracious bow. And yet, Mother Nature’s son Winter stubbornly refuses to leave. The hills stay snuggled under thick blankets of snow, and the trees are still not dressed. What is … Read More
It was deep in the cradle of night that Tiny awoke with a start. The jolt was jarring, as though being pulled from the softest of clouds into the cold, still darkness below. As Tiny lay half-awake in the misty half-light, the panic-and-worry monsters began to creep towards her mind. She looked up to face the … Read More
It really makes no difference if it’s Friday, Spring or September,or if there’s snow outside, or if it’s raining, or there’s thunder.At Tiny’s slumber party, our friends share the bunk above,whichever way you look at it, it’s a pure and simple love.
Each year on the morning of February 14th, the residents of Treetops awake to find their sleepy little town enshrouded with love. Every surface has been gloriously adorned with love-hearts; posters are plastered to shop windows, and flags flutter in the breeze. Postcards are often placed in the mailboxes of the sad and lonely-hearted, and … Read More
Every night when the moon is high, and the stars are bright and twinkling, Tiny clambers into her little green boat, and sets sail for the Island of Sweet Dreams. This perilous voyage–like others that have followed before–will be long and lonely and uncertain. She’ll spend the night tossing in the Wide Awake Waters, turning … Read More
There’s a particular type of feeling that grows through the winter months, and the stories that emerge can be dark. It comes when the light is low, the air is chilled and the hills are lying in rest, their eyes sealed shut. It’s during this time that the winds can be wild, and unusually cruel; … Read More
If you were to ask the big green armchair about what a life with Tiny was like, it would tell you that there was no place it would rather be in this world. It might tell you about the sweet sticky aftermath of many an afternoon tea, or the heavenly scent of a sleepy Penny-dog, … Read More
Hello Moon, hello Wolf. Hello celestial magic. Thank you for your ever watchful eye, dear Earth.
When it’s -20°F on the outside thermometer, and Jack Frost has been visiting at your window, you know it’s a hot chocolate Sunday. Tiny loves to pile on the works: whipped cream, hot fudge sauce, pink marshmallows, chocolate sprinkles and a cherry on top. How do you like yours?
Scenes from Tiny’s Beautiful Life:A snowy window in Winter.Tiny loves being snowed in; while the world outside is soft and silent, it’s the perfect time to write to the sweetest of friends, catch up with unfinished sewing jobs, and get lost in a book by the fire.
Tiny’s shop is now open and she’s ready for business! Do let us know if you have any suggestions on items you’d like her to carry, and we hope you find a little magic while you browse!
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