On Monday Timo hopped to it with a wiggle and a giggle.He weeded and he watered.He hoed and he hauled.Soon the roses seemed rosier. The sunflowers looked sunnier. The marigolds were more merry.The garden looked good. But it was not quite great. Maybe that bush would look better over there, Timo thought. He picked up his spade.Just then, Hedgewick poked his snout over the gate."Great garden!" he said. "Can I take a little parsley?""Of course, said Timo, digging in his spade. Soil scrunched. Gravel crunched. Hedgewick munched a parsley sprig. "You should come over for lunch," he said. "I am making spinach cakes."Timo paused. Hedgewick made the best spinach cakes. But there was so much he wanted to do for his garden."Not today," he said. "I only have six days to get ready for the tour." Excerpted from Timo's Garden by Victoria Allenby All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.