It was a bright and cheerful morning. The sun peeked through the soft clouds, and a light breeze danced through the trees. Lala, a curious little girl with bright eyes and a big imagination, was getting ready for her favorite part of the day—a visit to the nearby park.
Lala loved going to the park, especially in spring when the flowers were in full bloom. She wore her favorite yellow dress and her sun hat with a blue ribbon. With a small basket in one hand and her magnifying glass in the other, she skipped happily beside her mother, humming a tune.
As soon as they arrived at the park, Lala’s eyes sparkled with excitement. The air smelled fresh, and the garden paths were lined with flowers in every color of the rainbow. Bees buzzed around, butterflies flitted from petal to petal, and birds chirped from the trees. It was like walking into a living painting.
“Oh, look at those pink ones, Mama!” Lala squealed, pointing to a cluster of tulips swaying in the wind. She rushed toward them, crouching down to examine the petals closely.
“They’re tulips,” her mother said with a smile. “They bloom in the spring and come in many colors. What do you see, Lala?”
“I see they look like little cups,” Lala said, holding one gently. “They’re soft like silk. I wonder if fairies drink morning dew from them!”
Her mother laughed. “Maybe they do!”
Lala carefully took out her notebook and drew the tulip, writing the word “tulip” beside her sketch. She had made it her mission to discover and record as many flowers as she could that day.
Further along the path, Lala spotted a bed of bright yellow flowers with sunny faces. “Are these sunflowers?” she asked.
“Not quite,” her mother replied. “These are daffodils.”
Lala leaned close and sniffed. “Mmm, they smell sweet,” she said. “They look like little trumpets! I bet they play music when the wind blows!”
She added the daffodils to her notebook, drawing their bell-like shapes with care. Every few steps, a new discovery waited. There were tall irises in shades of purple and blue, shy little violets hiding under bushes, and rows of daisies with white petals and golden centers.
As Lala wandered deeper into the park, she noticed a patch of roses in full bloom. Some were deep red, others were soft pink, and a few were a creamy white. Lala leaned in to smell them and giggled when a petal tickled her nose.
“These are roses, right, Mama?”
“Yes,” her mother nodded. “Roses are symbols of love and beauty.”
Lala looked at one of the roses with petals shaped like soft spirals. “I think this rose is blushing!” she whispered with a grin. “It’s probably shy because I’m staring at it too much!”
She sketched the rose with great care, adding a heart next to it. Then she looked up and saw something even more amazing—a tree with bright purple flowers hanging like tiny bells.
“Mama! What’s that tree called?” she asked, tugging her mother’s sleeve.
“That’s a jacaranda tree,” her mother said. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
“It’s like a magical tree from a fairy tale!” Lala whispered. “The flowers look like lavender snow falling from the sky.”
They sat on a nearby bench, and Lala munched on some crackers while watching the petals drift down in the breeze. A few landed in her hair, and she giggled, pretending she was a flower fairy.
After their snack, Lala wandered toward a small pond. Around the edge of the water grew clusters of water lilies. Their round green leaves floated on the surface, and the flowers stood tall in shades of pink and white.
“These are water lilies!” Lala exclaimed. “Like in the painting Mama showed me!”
“That’s right,” her mother said. “The artist Claude Monet painted many of them.”
Lala crouched near the edge of the pond and watched as a dragonfly landed on one of the lily pads. She carefully drew the scene in her notebook, including the dragonfly and even the gentle ripples in the water.
Nearby, a gardener was planting a new flower bed. Lala, ever curious, walked over and politely asked, “Excuse me, sir, what kind of flowers are those?”
The gardener smiled warmly. “These are marigolds. They’re cheerful and bright and help keep bugs away from other plants.”
Lala beamed. “They look like tiny suns!” she said.
He handed her a small marigold flower. “Here, you can take one home.”
“Thank you!” Lala said, adding it to her basket. She would press it later between the pages of her book.
The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, and the golden light made everything glow. As they made their way home, Lala looked through her notebook, proudly admiring all the flowers she had discovered and drawn: tulips, daffodils, irises, violets, daisies, roses, jacarandas, water lilies, and marigolds.
“I think I saw a hundred kinds of beauty today,” she said dreamily.
Her mother smiled. “And you noticed every one of them.”
At home, Lala placed the marigold between the pages of a heavy book. Then she sat by the window with her notebook and began writing a story about a brave little flower fairy who traveled through the land, waking up the blossoms of spring.
As the stars began to twinkle in the sky, Lala yawned and rested her head on her pillow. She dreamed of flower fields that stretched forever, of butterfly wings and singing tulips, and of magical trees covered in purple blossoms.
And in her dream, the little flower fairy smiled and waved, knowing that Lala would return to the park tomorrow to discover even more wonders.
