There were few witches with a better green thumb than Juniper. Her garden rivaled all else and was filled with the biggest, bloomiest flowers to use in her potions, to the meekest herb to spice up her simple meals. It sprawled like a ruffled, slept-in blanket across her yard, into her shed, even over her … Continue reading “The Garden”

Mr. Right hated the Smith’s gaudy British flag.  Ever since they had moved into the apartments across from him, and put up that damn flag, he couldn’t get a moment of rest. Every morning when he woke up, and each evening when he came home from work, there it was. Directly across from his balcony … Continue reading “Mr. Right”

I am a home to many creatures, much smaller than me. Ants crawl through dust and along my old roots, lichen hangs from my boughs like fringe on a gypsy, bobcats and deer like to rub their claws and antlers against my trunk, and a family of bluebirds always comes back to their old nest, … Continue reading “The Bluebirds’ Vacation Home”