The little girl giggled and patted Needle’s trunk. “I think the tree heard me.”

Up and up and up the butterfly went, until it reached the very tippy tops of the trees.

They welcomed me kindly—Mr. James Calloway with his firm handshake and steady eyes, and Miss Sarah Whitmore (soon to be Mrs. Calloway) with a smile warm enough to outshine the fading sun. We spoke in their modest sitting room where a kettle simmered and the shadows grew long across the floorboards.

“You are a listener too, child. The tree chose you for that.”   Elspeth blinked. “Chose me?”   “You hear what others forget. You believe in what breathes beneath the bark and behind the veil.”

An audible gasp escaped several nearby matrons. Juliet accepted the bouquet with trembling hands, conscious of the sudden silence that fell around her. Yellow roses—the flower of betrayal and broken promises. To receive such a gift at a public gathering was tantamount to social ruin.

"Foxes don't talk," she said automatically,...The fox's whiskers twitched in what might have been amusement. "And humans don't lose their shadows—unless the fair folk steal them."

Margaret Abernathy found the journal six months after Robert died....Then a name appeared that she’d never heard before.

But Eilis saw the flash of fear in her mother’s eyes when the baby turned its golden gaze toward her. That evening, when this unusual creature refused to nurse and remained silent even as her mother sobbed over it, Eilis watched her father place protective herbs above the doorframes.

Her mind wandered to the meaning of the larkspur, a flower embodying joy and an open heart...

With curiosity, she lifted the bouquet. The scent of lavender transported her instantly back fifteen years to summers at her grandmother’s cottage in Provo Canyon, to herb gardens and flower presses, and to Matt.

With the last reserves of his strength, Bramble zipped beneath the shelter of the Queen Anne’s lace just as the rain turned from a drizzle to a downpour.

Still, the drought was testing even Amaryllis’s enduring confidence. She fluttered from bed to bed, watering with dewdrops gathered in acorn caps, whispering to the dry soil, encouraging earthworms to dig and aerate.

March 1852 Portland , Oregon Eliza Whitmore stood at the edge of the cabin porch, her shawl drawn tight around her shoulders, staring...

Nettie meets a young man caught by the fey. Will she set him free so they can be together?

Mary and Cindy Lou meet two fairies, much to their delight.

Isobel MacLaren is regretting her choice to leave Scotland until she sees a reminder of home.

In Japan, the maple tree represents grace and peace. “Maple” in Japanese means “rest”...

Charlotte Hartwell helps grieving families with her gift of creating beautiful floral arrangements, but can she find romance amidst the loss

The fascination with floriography was not just limited to England. Victorian women in the American West continued the tradition.

Declan Turner's nightly walk to check his sheep turns into something sinister when he meets a supernatural entity on the path.