The Red Willow Broom
Hester swept the stars from the sky. She placed her tallest ladder in the middle of the garden and stood tip-toe on the highest step, balancing precariously as she reached high over her head with a rough willow broom. Whish. Whish. Whish. The stars fell like granulated sugar among the carrots and potatoes, twinkling with… Read more The Red Willow Broom