Sun Day

The day was only half done and already they’d produced their daily quota of pollen for the bees. Daisy stood as tall as she could and looked up. A stonechat clack-clacked nearby, and the scent of warm spring grass washed over her on a gentle breeze. Her petals shimmered from the heat, children played at her feet, and Old Red blew over to comment on such a perfect day before rustling away with his friends. Even the inevitability of the encroaching shadows couldn’t dampen how she felt – alive.

Stories are where fantastical things can happen. They can be horrific, funny, informative, contemplative. The best of them will make you part of the process, draw out your inner emotions; make you laugh, cry, sigh or groan. I find it’s the small things which affect me most; often overlooked, close to home details. Right here in my back garden, a tiny flower having a good, but otherwise ordinary day, helped me feel warm and content.