Emmy pressed her nose to the glass, counting the days until her trip. The trees outside still wore their winter coats, but her imagination filled the yard with vibrant blossoms. She pictured herself in sunny California, where Wela Ester would be waiting with open arms and warm treats. "I wonder what new things Wela will teach me this year," she whispered, clutching her art project close.

Emmy clung to her carry-on as her mom knelt beside her, gently reassuring her. The excitement of the five-hour solo flight made her heart race, and she imagined Wela’s hugs awaiting her at the end. The airplane window framed a tapestry of clouds, each one carrying her closer to adventure. "Will you tell Wela about your chapter books?"[/@ch_1]'s mom asked. [@ch_1_d]"Absolutely—and my art projects too!"

Wela Ester stood at the door, her arms wide, her smile radiant in the golden light. The scent of fresh buñuelos danced through the air, mingling with Emmy’s laughter as she ran into her grandma’s embrace. Inside, the house felt alive with color—family photos, vibrant cushions, and walls adorned with handcrafted decorations. "You’ve grown so much, Mama!" Emmy beamed, feeling instantly at home.

Emmy wandered past the garden shed she’d organized last year, marveling at the new blooms. The air smelled sweet, thick with promise, and the sky stretched wide and blue overhead. Wela joined her, carrying a tray of buñuelos and library books, her laughter echoing among the flowers. "Do you want to look at some new books, do some drawing, and eat buñuelos?" "Yes, yes, yes!"

Emmy's eyes locked onto a gardening magazine, its pages alive with photos of creative flower pots and cascading vines. Ideas bloomed in her mind—walls covered in climbing flowers, a birdbath for the garden, maybe even a fountain. Wela sat beside her, her eyes sparkling with shared excitement. "Wela, what if we made a garden like this in your backyard? With colorful pots and flowers climbing up walls… maybe even a birdbath!" "What a wonderful idea, Mama! Let’s start tomorrow?" "Really? Are you sure, Wela?" "Of course! Let’s make it happen."

Emmy and Wela explored every aisle, their list growing with each discovery. Emmy admired the square arch for hanging plants, while Wela carefully chose fragrant vines and a whimsical fountain for the garden’s centerpiece. Their car overflowed with bags of soil, pots, and bursts of color, the anticipation palpable as they drove home. "This is going to be the best garden ever!"

Emmy and Wela measured the space, imagining every detail. Emmy placed the arch carefully, while Wela positioned the fountain at the center. The garden began to take shape, and their laughter filled the air as they planned where each flower and vine should go. "This is our masterpiece, Mama," "I love it, Wela!"

Together, they planted each flower with care—short blooms nestled among tall stems, hanging plants draped gracefully, and vines poised to climb the wall. The backyard transformed into a living tapestry; hummingbirds flitted by, drawn to the new oasis. Emmy’s pride grew with every handful of earth, knowing these colors would last all spring. "Let’s take some selfies and make a scrapbook!" "Great idea, Wela!"

Emmy and Wela filled pages with snapshots of their garden, decorating with butterfly and flower stickers. Their laughter bubbled as they wrote notes and remembered every moment—the planting, the planning, the dreams come true. In the quiet that followed, Emmy nestled beside Wela, grateful for a spring full of memories. "This garden is more than flowers. It’s my favorite memory," "And mine too, Mama,"