Rafi Finds His Row — Under a warm, lemony sun, Rafi carried one leafy seedling to the raised bed. The soil smelled damp and sweet, and his trowel made a happy scritch-scritch. Read the full story →
Under a warm, lemony sun, Rafi carried one leafy seedling to the raised bed. The soil smelled damp and sweet, and his trowel made a happy scritch-scritch. “This row is ready!” he called, patting the crumbly dirt beside the tulips.
He dug a little hole, and out popped a beetle with shiny striped wings. It did not hurry away. It marched along the bed’s edge, tap-tap-tap, past daisies, tiny sprouts, and one wobbly leaf. Rafi followed the beetle’s path and found a perfect open spot where roots could stretch wide.
He set the seedling in, tucked soil around it, and sprinkled water until the ground went dark and cool. The beetle climbed onto a leaf like a tiny garden captain. Next time you see Rafi’s trowel near that little plant, can you find the place where the beetle showed him he belonged?
