Sticky Notes Along Grandpa's Garden Path
When Mateo arrived at his grandfather's house, a yellow sticky note was waiting on the gate. It said, "I am green in spring, gold in fall, and I have no feet, but I walk across the lawn."
Mateo read it three times. Then he grinned. A leaf could not walk, but wind could push it across the grass. He found the next note stuck to the biggest maple tree.
That note was harder. "Count the steps from the tree to the bird bath, then take away the number of your age." Mateo was nine. He counted fourteen steps, and fourteen minus nine is five. He walked five more steps toward the shed.
There he found a small clay pot with a tag tied to it. Inside the pot was a packet of seeds and a final note. "Every good puzzle ends with something that grows. Plant these, and watch them for me."
Grandpa stepped out from behind the shed, smiling. "I made that trail last night," he said. "I wanted you to know my garden before we plant it together."
Mateo hugged him. The first bean seed went into the soil that afternoon.