Photo Essay

In My Garden

In My Garden
By erin quintana
15 May 2008

In my garden, that's where I like to be.

The sun is going down. A storm is coming. The birds are chirping.

Mom is calling me.

It's time to brush my teeth and get my jemmies on.

It's almost time for bed.

One last dance, in my garden, before it's time to go inside.

In my garden, that's where I like to be.

Twirling, dancing, telling stories on my bench.

I don't want to go to bed.

I want to stay in my garden, that's where I like to be.

Mom calls again.

It's time to go inside.

Good night birds.

Good night tree.

Good night plants.

Good night garden.

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