Cute floral monster watering curling garden vines with butterflies and big flowers

Floral Monster Watering a Vine Garden

A smiling leaf-covered monster tips a watering can toward curling vines while butterflies drift through tall daisies and poppies.

Free to print for personal and classroom use. This coloring page is part of the Cute Monster collection, made for ages 8–12 and drawn in a Floral style.

🎨 How to color it

Color the monster soft moss green with coral cheek spots, make the watering can robin’s-egg blue, and give the daisies sunny yellow centers with white petals. Use sharp colored pencils for the tiny leaf patterns on the monster and the curling vines, then switch to broader strokes for the large flower petals. Try making the butterflies a bold mix of tangerine, violet, and sky blue so they pop above the green garden.

🔢 How this color by number works

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Find each number in the key and fill its zone: 498 zones and 15 colors, sized for adults. Tiny unnumbered slivers borrow the color of their neighbors, and the little model above shows the finished page whenever you want to check your work. More grids like this live in our color by number gallery.

Prefer classic line art? Open this drawing as a regular coloring page.

The story behind this coloring page

Pippa Waters the Skyvine — Every morning before the glass roof warmed, Pippa filled her tin can at the moss pump and watered only the low pots. Drip, glug, drip—the sound stayed safely by her toes. Read the full story →

Every morning before the glass roof warmed, Pippa filled her tin can at the moss pump and watered only the low pots. Drip, glug, drip—the sound stayed safely by her toes. She had set herself a tiny challenge: one day she would water the skyvine bud that curled above the fern rail, where the floor turned see-through and the city buzzed far below.

Then one bright morning, the skyvine bud wriggled higher, thirsty and tight as a green fist. Because of that, Pippa climbed onto the first iron step; because of that, a gust smelling of rain and chimney smoke swung the vine away from her can. “Hold still, please!” she squeaked, but her knees knocked like seedpods. The butterflies rose in a fluttering cloud, and their wings made a soft paper-rush around her horns.

At last Pippa hooked one leafy arm around the rail, leaned just a little farther, and tipped the can. Water sparkled over the bud. It burst into a blue bell-flower so loudly the roof bees rang with it. Next time you spot the curling vine, see if you can find the brave drip that began by her toes.