Lily is a little girl. She is one year old. Today, she is in the garden with her mom.
"Look, Lily," says Mom. "The leaves are falling!"
Lily sees red leaves. She sees yellow leaves. The leaves dance in the wind. "Pretty leaves," says Lily.
Mom smiles. "It is autumn, Lily. The air is cool. The garden is changing."
Lily feels the cool air. "Brrr," says Lily. She giggles with joy.
"Do you see the pumpkins, Lily?" asks Mom. Lily looks. She sees big, orange pumpkins. "Pumpkins!" says Lily.
"Yes, pumpkins," says Mom. "We will pick one for a pie. Yum!"
Lily claps her hands. She loves pie. "Yum!" she says.
Mom and Lily walk to the apple tree. "Look, Lily, apples!" says Mom. The apples are red and round. "They look tasty."
"Apples," says Lily, reaching out her hand.
Mom picks an apple. She gives it to Lily. "Taste it, Lily."
Lily bites the apple. "Crunch," she says. "Sweet apple."
Mom laughs softly. "Sweet, like you, Lily."
Lily and Mom walk to the garden bed. Mom kneels down. "We plant bulbs now," says Mom. "They will sleep in the ground."
"Sleep?" asks Lily.
"Yes," says Mom. "In spring, they will wake up. They will be flowers."
Lily nods. "Wake up flowers," she says.
The sun sets. The sky is orange and pink. "Time to go inside," says Mom.
Lily yawns. "Bye, garden," she says.
Mom picks Lily up. "We will come back," says Mom. "Autumn is full of magic and stories."
"Magic," whispers Lily, sleepy and happy.
Together, they walk inside, leaving the garden to its autumn dreams.
