Strawberry Grove does not wake all at once.
It wakes in little happy pieces.
A jam jar lid pops.
A cart wheel gives a tiny creak.
Round cottage windows blink open beneath leafy red roofs.
Somewhere by the stream, the berry bell rings once —
Ting!
And just like that, the paths begin to stir, the blossoms lift their faces, and the whole grove starts remembering how to bounce.