Bram’s Button Map — Between the porch boards, Bram kept a flat blue button. It was not just a button—psst—it was his map to the place where morning light went after breakfast. Read the full story →
Between the porch boards, Bram kept a flat blue button. It was not just a button—psst—it was his map to the place where morning light went after breakfast. Bram wanted one warm crumb of that light, so he tipped, wiggled, and scooted his pot to the rail.
Scritch, scritch went the clay pot. A breeze tugged one yellow petal loose and carried it under the bench. Bram gasped, then leaned after it. There, in the dusty hush, the blue button caught a sunbeam and flashed tiny gold dots across two shy sprouts.
“Secret found,” whispered Bram. He rolled home with no sun-crumb in his leaves, but with two new listeners at his roots. Next time you spot the little sprouts, ask if they still know where Bram’s button map shines.
