#GrannyWalnut

[reyaannablog]

Blue and the Garden’s Secret Truce

Blue and the Garden’s Secret Truce Blue stretched out lazily between the rows of strawberries, their sweetness filling the warm air around her. It was her summer holiday, and she was staying with Granny Walnut—a wise old herbal healer whose hands seemed to carry magic for plants. Granny’s garden wasn’t just a garden; it was a world filled with vibrant, chattering plants and creatures that, as Blue soon discovered, were very much alive in their own special way. As Blue’s eyes began to close, lulled by the hum of bees and the scent of basil and thyme, a faint, bell-like giggle echoed nearby. Blinking awake, Blue found herself face-to-face with a tiny figure—the size of her thumb—sitting on a strawberry leaf, tears glistening in her wide brown eyes. This was no ordinary berry; it was a tiny Strawberry Princess, crowned with a cap of strawberry green, her freckled face radiant yet sad. Blue’s heart melted for the little princess, who sniffled and dabbed her eyes. “What’s wrong?” Blue whispered, lying down on her elbows to get closer. “Oh, it’s a terrible situation,” the princess replied, her voice tinkling like little chimes. “The Radish People took me away! They’re always causing trouble… they want more space, more water, more sun… And now they’re at it again!” Before Blue could ask more, a quick rustling sound came from the radish patch nearby. Out stepped a fierce-looking Radish Soldier, his little belly poking out under his hazelnut helmet, one boot on his foot, wielding a chopstick sword with a soldier’s pride. He eyed Blue suspiciously before letting out a tiny but commanding squeak. “Stand back, stranger! I may be small, but I’m sworn to protect the Strawberry Princess!” “Oh dear,” said Blue with a laugh, realizing that this little radish fellow was all bluster and bravery. “You’re here to protect her? But you just said she was taken!” The radish soldier flushed, his radish-red face darkening a shade. “Well…yes, sort of. The truth is, I’m helping her escape. See, my name’s Rhizzy, and I’m one of the few Radish People who thinks we should work things out with the strawberries. But it’s complicated, you know?” The strawberry princess nodded, her eyes still wet but bright with determination. “The Radishes and the Strawberries have been bickering forever over who deserves more sunlight, more water, and more of Granny’s attention. But Granny Walnut loves us all! If only the others could understand…” Blue smiled, sensing that these tiny garden folk had big hearts beneath their prickly rivalry. “So what do we do? How can we make peace?”