Nutmeg’s
Garden Morning

Nutmeg tucks one tiny seed into the earth and checks it again before lunch. Nothing has happened. She checks after lunch too.

Hen-Berry gently covers the soil again. “Growing can be busy work even when we cannot see it,” she says.

Nutmeg waters, waits, and nearly gives up. On the seventh morning, a green sprout lifts a crumb of earth like a tiny hat.

The garden is still small, but Nutmeg no longer calls it empty. She has learned that some important changes begin where nobody can watch them.