Nell’s Waiting Game — At the edge of the nursery shelf, a small bell tinkled in the morning wind. Read the full story →
At the edge of the nursery shelf, a small bell tinkled in the morning wind. Nell the succulent tapped her clay rim and invented a game called Wait-For-It: she would not cheer until she found one round dew bead for her driest leaf.
She scooted off the shelf and down the sandy path, bump-bump, past tall daisies that smelled like warm honey. A pebble nicked her pot, and dust powdered her smiling face. The dew bead she wanted glittered on a grass blade, but each time she reached, it slid away. “Hold still, tiny moon,” Nell whispered.
So she waited. The garden grew quiet enough to hear a butterfly’s wings, soft as tissue paper. The butterfly landed, sipped the dew, then brushed Nell’s dry leaf with cool sparkling feet. Nell carried home no bead at all, only a shimmer that lasted till noon. Next time you spot her lifted arms, can you tell whether she is cheering—or still playing Wait-For-It?
