The Lemonade Stand Turf War
Dear Diary,It has happened.The thing we all feared but no one dared to name.The lemonade stand turf war has begun. It started innocently enough. Sweet little Addie Mae set up her stand just outside the post office. Her sign read “Lemonade – 50 cents – with love!” complete with hand-drawn hearts and an actual lace […]
Tiger and the Fireworks Fiasco
Dear Diary,It’s the Fourth of July in Huckleberry Hollow, which can only mean one thing:Hot dogs.Patriotically themed potato salad.And utter devastation in the heart of my cat. The day began with all the usual delights—Molly made flag-shaped fruit tarts, the town band played America the Beautiful at least three times (in three different keys), and […]
The Mystery of the Perfect Garden
Dear Diary,Something beautiful—and deeply suspicious—has bloomed in Huckleberry Hollow. This morning, while walking Tiger (he insists), I took my usual shortcut through the community garden plot near the creek. It’s a lovely patch of earth, usually home to half-hearted tomato plants, ambitious zucchinis, and a few lovingly lopsided scarecrows that I suspect are more decorative […]
Strange Package at the Library
Dear Diary,Today began, as so many good mysteries do, with an unmarked package and a quiet librarian trying not to panic. I had only popped into the Huckleberry Hollow Library to return a cookbook I borrowed two months ago (only slightly stained with cinnamon thumbprints), when I found Ruth Dawson standing behind the front desk, […]
The Goat and the Gazebo (Again)
Dear Diary,Let me preface this entry by saying I adore Huckleberry Hollow’s Spring Social. It’s one of my favorite events of the year: the lemonade flows freely, Molly bakes enough pie to feed a small army, and someone inevitably wears a flower crown made entirely of dandelions and misguided ambition. But this year—this year—the Spring […]
The Glove Affair
Dear Diary,There’s something strange going on with the gloves in Huckleberry Hollow—and I’m not talking about Missy Simpson’s new line of rhinestone-studded gardening mittens (which are technically glamour hazards, not mysteries). No, this is more sinister. More specific. We have a glove thief.But not just any glove thief—oh no.A right-hand-only glove thief. It started last […]
