Tillie Waits for a Sprout — Soft dirt went pat-pat in Tillie’s little pot. She wanted one more sprout for the wheelbarrow, so she stepped from the shady barn path to the quiet flower bed. Read the full story →
Soft dirt went pat-pat in Tillie’s little pot. She wanted one more sprout for the wheelbarrow, so she stepped from the shady barn path to the quiet flower bed.
The rake was heavy. Scritch, scritch. Tillie moved it one slow inch, then two. Under the handle, where nobody looked, a tiny green sprout curled like a sleepy finger. “Hello, little one,” Tillie whispered.
She carried it back, muddy knees and all. Next time you see the rake beside the wheelbarrow, can you find the patient little sprout?
