Forget-Me-Not

Forget-Me-Not

My tiny beautiful life

As the first of the spring winds blew through Treetops, Tiny and Penny-dog headed to the Misty Ripple Meadow to welcome the season’s first forget-me-nots. The sun’s gentle rays cradled them in a warm embrace and Tiny dreamily brushed the powder-blue flowers against her cheek. “Penny-dog…” she crooned, “when the summer rains have washed the … Read More

In Her Shoes

In Her Shoes

My tiny beautiful life

Saturday afternoons were Tiny’s favorite time for shopping. Today she would begin with the Gladrags Thrift Store and end with an afternoon treat at Clementine’s Café. As she thumbed through the rails of the once loved clothing, the bell on the door jangled to welcome another customer; it was Madame Orly, legendary opera singer and … Read More

Mothering Sunday

Mothering Sunday

My tiny beautiful life

Tiny looked at her calendar, it read ‘Sunday May 12th: Mother’s Day’.“Oh dear” she thought, “I don’t have a Mother. I suppose that puts me in a bit of a pickle.” She decided to look up the word in the dictionary, just to be sure.‘Mother: One who cares and protects, support and sustains. The source … Read More

My Flyaway Heart

My Flyaway Heart

My tiny beautiful life

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

Bubble Bath

Bubble Bath

My tiny beautiful life

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

The Changeover

The Changeover

My tiny beautiful life

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