‘Our Garden’

Press, 28 July 1987, Page 18

‘Our Garden’

BY

KATIE EWART

aged 11

I lie in the grass, stuffing a juicy pear into my mouth while a beetle scuttles over <ny hand. I finish my pear and throw the core into the compost heap, where a dozen flies settle on it at once.

I stand up, watching a butterfly flutter over the flowers and a bumble bee thwacks into my face and then flies on.

Oh! A ladybird is drowning in the swimming pool, so I get the skimmer and skim it out, oh good, a German wasp is dead. I hate them.

All of a sudden, Mum yells, “Katie please get a lettuce, wash it and make a salad for lunch!”

“Okay!” I yell back and I walk to my garden I grew myself. I feel proud of my lettuces and carrots that I spent ages watering and weeding in spring. I pick a big lettuce and go into the house. It is very dark after all the light outside and I fill up the sink with water and start peeling of the leaves.

Yuk, an earwing!

I flick it off and stuff a juicy piece off lettuce into my mouth.