Fenna’s Quiet Flower — Every morning, before the grass stopped sparkling, Fenna carried three cool drops of dew to the tallest daisy in the garden patch. Read the full story →
Every morning, before the grass stopped sparkling, Fenna carried three cool drops of dew to the tallest daisy in the garden patch. She wanted its golden face to open before the bees began their hum.
Until one day, a butterfly bumped through the air with dusty wings, whispering, “Water?” Because of that, Fenna held her leaf-cup still instead of pouring. Because of that, the butterfly sipped the dew, shook silver from its feelers, and rested on the daisy’s warm center. Finally, Fenna went back for more drops, though no one clapped or called her kind. Next time you spot her lifted paw, can you tell who she is quietly greeting?
