News from Tiny's Travel Journal
Tiny had been sprawling under the colossal oak tree bordering Silent Creek for several hours, completely lost in her book. She usually went to the Library at Laurel Heights, but she had found The Magic Faraway Tree in a long-forgotten box in Miss. Rose’s attic. Nothing could tear her away; not the gurgle of the … Read More
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
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
It was the first of the seasonal fires, and Tiny was eager to burn away the old brush. She watched as a solitary spark fizzed into being, followed by a flicker, a glow and a fierce and powerful roar. She stared into the heart of the blaze, mesmerized. The fire seemed to be speaking to … Read More
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
Tiny looked out of the window before her walk to Upper Treetops; there were clouds in the sky, rain in the puddles, and the sun was preparing herself to shine. It would be another day of four seasons. The seasons were the least of her concerns, for the Wind was feeling mischievous, whipping at her … Read More
It was another damp and dreary April morning and even Willow Tree Cottage seemed forlorn. Tiny reached into her mind and pulled out the box of memories, carefully unfastening the latch. She tried not to visit the box too often, keeping the memories as fresh and fragrant as the day she first slipped them inside. … Read More
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, and lose herself completely in those large, loving arms. Penny-dog never thinks of the power that she holds, because the only thing she knows is love. Her devotion runs so deep it could heal the small tears in Tiny’s tender heart, with a loyalty that would stretch … 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.