The Tea Garden
There was a little garden at the end of a quiet lane. Every afternoon, the kettle would sing and the windows would glow with the late sunshine.
One day, a neighbour brought a small paper bag of seeds. “For next spring,” she said, setting it beside the teapot.
Together they chose a sunny patch of earth. They planted the seeds, watered them carefully and made a small wooden sign that said: Something lovely is growing here.
By summer, flowers leaned over the path. Bees visited every morning, and the two neighbours would sit together over tea, watching the colour return to the garden.
“It turns out,” one of them said, “that the nicest things are often the things we grow together.”
And so, over another cup of tea, they began to plan what they might grow next.