An excerpt from the story:

 

SPRING:

It was a loud thunderstorm that woke the garden from its dreamy state with a start.

Spring was in full bloom now, the grass green, the leaves on the trees fully open and an

array of wildflowers and weeds covered the garden’s now warm soil. Frogs sung the

garden to sleep at night and a chorus of birds woke it in the morning. Now though, the

storm had disturbed its afternoon nap. The crashes of thunder were distrubing the ant nests scattered around the flowerbeds, and the gardencould fell the ants working to secure their hills.

Lightening scared the baby birds, the garden could hear them tweeting loudly for their parents. Then the rain started, it felt cool and refreshing to plants and birds. The garden insects were not so pleased with the rain; they worked to keep their small structures from collapsing from the weight of the raindrops. Many had to bail out their little sleeping holes. A few spiders lost their beautiful webs and would have to make repairs. Honey bees that had been too busy gathering pollen to notice the impending storm took cover under flowers. Soon however, the storm passed and the sun returned. The smell of warm, moist soil wafted up from the ground, and a few worms wriggled up from underneath the soft soil to warm their bodies for a bit. “Not such a good idea,”

thought the garden, “with all the baby birds to feed, those worms will be afternoon snacks!”