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where the story first took root

Behind my home in Temecula, ten acres of hillside stretched out, alive with wildlife.

When the land came up for sale, I bought it so it could stay untouched. An open space where the wild ones could live freely.

Over time, I came to know this land deeply. I walked it often through dry summers and vibrant springs, always passing an old oak at the top of the hill.

It became my own sanctuary, a place to think and to breathe.

Then one day, I read Little Whisker and the Memory Tree.

I could see it clearly: the oak at the top of the hill could become a place of remembrance, and the land itself, a true resting place.

Below is the story that inspired it all.

Behind my home in Temecula, ten acres of hillside stretched out, alive with wildlife.

When the land came up for sale, I bought it so it could stay untouched. An open space where the wild ones could live freely.

Over time, I came to know this land deeply. I walked it often through dry summers and vibrant springs, always passing an old oak at the top of the hill.

It became my own sanctuary, a place to think and to breathe.

Then one day, I read Little Whisker and the Memory Tree.

I could see it clearly: the oak at the top of the hill could become a place of remembrance, and the land itself, a true resting place.

Below is the story that inspired it all…

Behind my home in Temecula, ten acres of hillside stretched out, alive with wildlife.

When the land came up for sale, I bought it so it could stay untouched. An open space where the wild ones could live freely.

Over time, I came to know this land deeply. I walked it often through dry summers and vibrant springs, always passing an old oak at the top of the hill.

It became my own sanctuary, a place to think and to breathe.

Then one day, I read Little Whisker and the Memory Tree.

I could see it clearly: the oak at the top of the hill could become a place of remembrance, and the land itself, a true resting place.

Below is the story that inspired it all…

little whisker and

the memory tree

Once upon a time, in a quiet glade, lived a cheerful mouse named Little Whisker.

One spring morning, she spotted Mr. Hoot, the old owl, tying a carved acorn to a string beneath a great oak tree.

"What are you doing, Mr. Hoot?" she asked.

"I'm making a keepsake for my friend Mrs. Hedgewig," he said. "Though she is gone, this token helps me remember her."

Little Whisker thought of her own dear friend, Pippin the sparrow, and asked, "Could I make one, too?

"Of course,” said Mr. Hoot. He showed her how to weave a tiny heart from bluebell petals. Little Whisker placed it under the oak, whispering thanks to Pippin.

Soon, other animals began adding their own keepsakes to the Memory Tree–feathers, paw prints, and flowers, each a token of love and friendship.

The tree became a place of comfort, where stories were shared, and the animals remembered those they held dear.

And so, the Memory Tree stood, a quiet reminder that love endures, even when goodbyes must be said.

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