By: Kristen Donohue
Molly moves old logs and soggy leaves.
“What a messy garden!”
“Please stop!” cry the caterpillars. “You’re disturbing our home.”
Molly pulls dandelions and clover.
“Look at all these weeds!”
“Please stop!” plead the bees. “Weeds give us nectar and pollen.”
Molly plucks purple dead nettle and thistle.
“Soon it will be tidy!”
“Please stop!” beg the butterflies. “That’s our food.”
She notices caterpillars crunching leaves.
Bees dancing on golden dandelions.
And butterflies fluttering.
“I’ll plant my flowers in another spot,” she says.
So, the messy garden remains.
The sun shines.
Dead leaves dissolve.
Dandelions and clover multiply.
Purple dead nettle and thistle twist over the old logs.
Soon, caterpillars emerge. “Off to spin our cocoons.”
Bees buzz. “Off to feed our hive.”
Butterflies flap. “Off to lay our eggs.”
The garden is a mess, but Molly doesn’t mind.
Messy gardens are magical.