We read the story My Garden by Kevin Henkes, and imitated his pages with our own ideas of what would make the most creative and fun garden imaginable! I was so impressed with how original my students were. (And I also got to learn what they did NOT like as far as vegetables and bugs go!!)
My Garden, by Kylie (4th grade)
My mother has a garden. It's very nice. There are vegetables, fruits, and flowers. But if I had a garden...
There would be no dying plants, no weeds, and no annoying visitors so I would not have to remove dead things and weeds. I could make annoying visitors (besides approved people) disappear or I could kick them out.
In my garden, the flowers could grow tea leaves, or even catnip instead of petals, or have any kind of seed within them. And if you picked a flower, it would regrow without needing any sun or water.
In my garden, the bugs would never creep me out because the plants could pollinate themselves, so the bugs wouldn't be there.
If I planted money, I'd grow a money tree. If I planted doughnuts, I'd grow a great big doughnut bush.
Sometimes in my garden, "anything trees" would pop out of nowhere, filled with anything I wanted, just by thinking about it.
In my garden, there would be a lot of friendly cats helping to keep the rats in check.
The potatoes would be as big as me, and the spinach would be invisible, because I don't like spinach!
At night, the cats would throw a disco party to appease the plants!
It is night now. Before bed, I take one penny and poke it in the ground. I cover it up with dirt and pat down the dirt with my foot. Who knows what might happen?
My Garden, by Mina (4th grade)
I have a garden with lots of lavender bushes. But if I had a garden of my own....
There would be no evil bunnies or squirrels eating all the plants, no weeds, and NO BUGS.
In my garden, the flowers could generate dogs whenever I wanted. And if you picked a flower, it would turn into a "Calvin and Hobbes" comic.
In my garden, there would be hamsters, bunnies, and a horse to ride through the garden.
If I planted raspberry sorbet, I'd grow a raspberry sorbet tree. If I planted pasta, I'd grow a great big pasta bush.
Sometimes in my garden, chocolate coins would pop up next to the flowers if I was good.
In my garden, there would be tall money trees, chrysanthemums, and more!
The cauliflowers would be as big as trees, and the onions would be invisible because I don't like onions.
At night, the trees would grow faces so you could talk to them, and blueberry bushes would pop up.
It's night now. Before bed, I take one Harry Potter book and poke it into the ground. I cover it up with dirt, and pat down the dirt with my foot.
Who knows what might happen?
My Garden, by Cora (4th grade)
When I see people gardening, I feel bad because my garden would be way better.
In my garden, there would be no weeds, because then I would have to spend time weeding, which is only for ordinary gardens, and mine would NOT be ordinary.
In my garden, flowers would glow in the dark, and if I looked out my window before bed, the flowers would look like a hundred yellow stars in the sky. And if you dared to pick a flower, not only would a new one grow back, but the flower would either turn into a beautiful bouquet or disappear, depending on if you got my permission to pick one.
In my garden, squirrels and rabbits would feast on strawberries and I wouldn't worry because new ones would grow back, of course! The bees would only come when I'm gone, and they would make delicious honey just for me!
If I was craving ice cream, I could go outside and there would be a huge tree full of cold, fresh ice cream cones waiting for me. If I planted pretzels, I'd grow a big, green pretzel bush. Already salted!
In my garden, any strawberry I planted would grow into a perfectly ripe, red strawberry twice the size of a common one.
Sometimes, there would be a lot of sprinkles falling from the trees, especially in the spring time.
The oranges would be extra sweet, and the arugula wouldn't exist because I think arugula tastes like soap.
At night, the long sparkling river I forgot to mention before would glow and trickle along to put me to sleep.
It's night now, and I'm fast asleep. I dream of delicious ice cream. Who knows what might happen?
My Garden, by Aubrey (6th grade)
My grandpa has a garden. There are vegetables and flowers. I plant. I cut. And I make sure the dirt is in the pot. It's colorful and dazzling. But if I had a garden...
There would be no moles digging roots out. No flies that buzz around my head while I work. And no dirt or mess that would ever be out of place.
In my garden, the flowers could grow into a beanstalk, and then I would climb up its leaves and doze in the soft center for hours. And if you picked a flower, it would change into rhinestone decorations, or anything wished for.
In my garden, the moles wouldn't dig up the roots but instead would run around underground, sprinkling vitamins where I can't reach.
If I planted money, I'd grow a money tree. If I planted candies, I'd grow a great big colorful sugar bush.
Sometimes in my garden, the clouds in the sky would drift down and water my beautiful flowers with a gentle sprinkle.
In my garden, there would be thousands of books stacked one on top of the other, telling intriguing stories of history and myths.
The red chilis would be as big as a canoe, and the eggplants would be invisible, because I don't like purple vegetables.
At night, the sky would be heavy with fluffy snow falling in the garden, so I could make snow cones in the morning.
It's night now. Before bed, I take one drawing of something I want this time-- some jewelry for my mom-- and poke it into the ground. I cover it up with dirt, and pat down the dirt with my foot. Who knows what might happen?
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