Emily loved her little garden. Every month of the year, she watched how it changed, and every season brought something new.
In January, the garden was quiet. Snow covered the ground, and it was the middle of winter. Emily wore her coat and boots when she walked outside, but she still smiled at the frosty trees.
February was also cold. The days were short, and the air was sharp. Still, Emily saw the first green shoots under the snow. “Winter is long,” she thought, “but soon spring will come.”
In March, the garden slowly woke up. Spring had begun, and flowers started to bloom. The air was cool but fresh. Emily planted new seeds and hoped for bright colours.
By April, the trees had small blossoms. Spring was in full beauty. Birds returned, singing in the early mornings. Emily felt happy as she worked in the garden.
May was full of life. The days were warmer, and the flowers filled the garden with colour. Emily often sat outside, enjoying the soft air of late spring.
In June, the sun grew hot. Summer had arrived, and the garden was full of green leaves. Emily picked strawberries and watched the bees fly from flower to flower.
July was even hotter. The garden was full of butterflies. It was the heart of summer, and Emily spent many evenings outside with her friends, enjoying the long, light days.
August was warm too, but the colours began to change. The bright green of summer turned slowly to gold and brown. Emily knew autumn was on the way.
In September, the garden was full of fruit. Apples and pears hung on the trees. Autumn had begun, and the air was cooler. Emily loved the smell of the leaves as they fell to the ground.
By October, the garden was orange and red. Pumpkins grew big and round. Emily wore a scarf when she worked outside. She loved the beauty of autumn, even when the wind blew cold.
November brought darker days. The garden was quiet again, and most of the leaves had fallen. The long nights of late autumn made Emily light candles in her house.
Then came December. The garden rested under the frost. It was deep winter, and Emily decorated her home with lights. She remembered the beauty of spring, the warmth of summer, and the colours of autumn, and she looked forward to the cycle beginning again.
So, from January to December, from spring to summer, from autumn to winter, Emily’s little garden showed her the wonder of every month and every season.
