Nola’s Button Walk — On the balcony ledge, Nola kept a tiny blue button tucked in her soil. She tapped it when the wind went whoo, because she wanted enough rain-sweet water for her new sprout. Read the full story →
On the balcony ledge, Nola kept a tiny blue button tucked in her soil. She tapped it when the wind went whoo, because she wanted enough rain-sweet water for her new sprout.
A butterfly named Jun dipped close, wings whispering like paper. “The drip bowl is past the big crack,” Jun said. Nola stretched one root, then another. The stone felt cool and bumpy. A leaf blew by, and her button rolled away—plink! Nola trembled, but she reached the drip bowl and carried one shiny drop home.
The sprout drank. Nola found something better than the button: her own steady stem. If you peek by the pot, can you spot the little sprout she walked for?
