Katherine Nicolai

And the other dog was full grown, but half her size. His fur, many shades of brown, and sticking out all over, like he'd been hit with a dose of static electricity.

as they chased around each other, play-bowing and jumping, their fur blended together and made exactly the shade of red-brown I was looking for today. In the window of the bookshop, I took a moment to look at each cover on display. One featured the face of a man with deep brown eyes. Another, a mysterious-looking brick house shrouded in fog.

as they chased around each other, play-bowing and jumping, their fur blended together and made exactly the shade of red-brown I was looking for today. In the window of the bookshop, I took a moment to look at each cover on display. One featured the face of a man with deep brown eyes. Another, a mysterious-looking brick house shrouded in fog.

as they chased around each other, play-bowing and jumping, their fur blended together and made exactly the shade of red-brown I was looking for today. In the window of the bookshop, I took a moment to look at each cover on display. One featured the face of a man with deep brown eyes. Another, a mysterious-looking brick house shrouded in fog.

There was an aged bronze plaque in the alley, marking the oldest building in town. a ring in the window of the jewelry shop with a big tawny brown stone set in it, a flyer for piano lessons with a drawing of an upright made of shiny chestnut wood. On my way back home,

There was an aged bronze plaque in the alley, marking the oldest building in town. a ring in the window of the jewelry shop with a big tawny brown stone set in it, a flyer for piano lessons with a drawing of an upright made of shiny chestnut wood. On my way back home,

There was an aged bronze plaque in the alley, marking the oldest building in town. a ring in the window of the jewelry shop with a big tawny brown stone set in it, a flyer for piano lessons with a drawing of an upright made of shiny chestnut wood. On my way back home,

As the clouds shifted and the sun warmed my back, I felt the crayon and the coin in my pocket, textures and color, sun and shadows, steps and slow breaths. I was grateful. for this soft start to my day. Sweet dreams.

As the clouds shifted and the sun warmed my back, I felt the crayon and the coin in my pocket, textures and color, sun and shadows, steps and slow breaths. I was grateful. for this soft start to my day. Sweet dreams.

As the clouds shifted and the sun warmed my back, I felt the crayon and the coin in my pocket, textures and color, sun and shadows, steps and slow breaths. I was grateful. for this soft start to my day. Sweet dreams.

Welcome to Bedtime Stories for Everyone, in which nothing much happens. You feel good, and then you fall asleep. I'm Katherine Nicolai. I write and read all the stories you hear on Nothing Much Happens. Audio engineering is by Bob Wittersheim. We are bringing you an encore episode tonight, meaning that this story originally aired at some point in the past.

Welcome to Bedtime Stories for Everyone, in which nothing much happens. You feel good, and then you fall asleep. I'm Katherine Nicolai. I write and read all the stories you hear on Nothing Much Happens. Audio engineering is by Bob Wittersheim. We are bringing you an encore episode tonight, meaning that this story originally aired at some point in the past.

Welcome to Bedtime Stories for Everyone, in which nothing much happens. You feel good, and then you fall asleep. I'm Katherine Nicolai. I write and read all the stories you hear on Nothing Much Happens. Audio engineering is by Bob Wittersheim. We are bringing you an encore episode tonight, meaning that this story originally aired at some point in the past.

It could have been recorded with different equipment in a different location. And since I'm a person... and not a computer. I sometimes sound just slightly different, but the stories are always soothing and family-friendly, and our wishes for you are always deep rest and sweet dreams.

It could have been recorded with different equipment in a different location. And since I'm a person... and not a computer. I sometimes sound just slightly different, but the stories are always soothing and family-friendly, and our wishes for you are always deep rest and sweet dreams.

It could have been recorded with different equipment in a different location. And since I'm a person... and not a computer. I sometimes sound just slightly different, but the stories are always soothing and family-friendly, and our wishes for you are always deep rest and sweet dreams.

If you wake later in the night, you could listen again or just think back through what you can remember of the story. We're doing a bit of brain training with this ritual, helping to make a habit of calm focus before bed. So each time you do it, it will become more natural and even more relaxing.

If you wake later in the night, you could listen again or just think back through what you can remember of the story. We're doing a bit of brain training with this ritual, helping to make a habit of calm focus before bed. So each time you do it, it will become more natural and even more relaxing.

If you wake later in the night, you could listen again or just think back through what you can remember of the story. We're doing a bit of brain training with this ritual, helping to make a habit of calm focus before bed. So each time you do it, it will become more natural and even more relaxing.

Our story tonight is called Spring at the Allotment, and it's a story about setting up a garden of herbs and vegetables with a friend. It's also about a picnic basket full of sandwiches, turning over the soil with your hands, and the pleasure of sowing seeds in neat rows on a bright, sunny day. Something I have gotten so much better at in the last few years is taking care of my body.