My Beautiful Garden

When I was a child, I dreamed of a quiet place. A place with no noise, only birds singing and the wind blowing softly. I found that place in my grandmother’s backyard.

At first, the garden was not pretty. The soil was dry and full of weeds. But I saw something special. I started planting sunflower seeds. Every morning, I gave them water. I waited and waited. One day, they bloomed — tall and bright like the sun. I was so happy.

Then I planted more flowers — roses, tulips, daisies. The garden became full of colors. Butterflies came, and bees flew around the flowers. I felt peaceful there. I even talked to the plants. It felt like they listened.

One day, my grandmother came to help me. She smiled and said, “You made this garden so beautiful.” From then on, we worked together. She taught me how to take care of the plants and how to love the garden.

Time passed. I grew up and moved to the city. It was loud and gray. But I came back to the garden every weekend. It made me feel calm and happy.

My garden is not just full of flowers. It is full of memories and love. And when the sun goes down and the flowers glow, I smile. Because I know — love grows here.