Guard of the Sprout

I squeezed right through the gap in the sliding glass door straight onto the balcony! The air out here felt totally open and new. I scampered across the terracotta floor and headed right for the biggest flowerpot. Up I went! Digging my paws against the rough clay rim, I hoisted myself up into the planter bed. Loose, dark potting soil was everywhere! Right in the middle sat a smooth white river stone next to a fresh green sprout. What a treasure! I picked up the stone with both paws and stood it upright in the soil like a sturdy watchtower. Balcony garden official lookout established!