Bluebonnet growing in field. Belinda was very happy living in a field with all the other bluebonnet seedlings.
She loved to snuggle down in the warm dark soil at night and watch the Texas stars.
During the day she would roll on top of the ground, basking in the sun.
Sometimes it rained and she would get all wet. She didn‘t like those days, but Mom and Dad
said the rain was important to help little seeds grow up to be big bluebonnets.
One day when she was playing on the ground, a magic carpet came and whisked her in the air. Belinda thought it was magic because she couldn‘t see it, but she could feel it. She rode in the air, going up and down. When the carpet dropped her
on the ground, she rolled back home.
Mom said, “Where have you been, young lady?”
Belinda said, “I went for a ride on a magic carpet. It was fun.”
Dad said, “That magic carpet is called the wind and you need to be very careful. The March wind is coming and he might take you far from home.”
Belinda said, “I‘ll be careful.”
The next day it was raining and Belinda couldn‘t play with the wind, so she read a book about it. The book said that the March wind was very strong. Belinda could hardly wait to meet the March wind.
Every day Belinda looked out from the soil, hoping the March wind would come by her house. When it came, it wasn‘t as strong as the book had said.
It took her across the field and Belinda rolled back home. The next day the wind was a little stronger and it took her longer to get back home. Each day the wind got a little stronger than the day before, taking her farther away and Belinda had to work
harder to get back home. She was one tired little seed when she snuggled down in the warm soil after her rides on the magic wind. Sometimes she even slept late in the morning and waited
for the afternoon wind to take her for a ride.
One day close to the end of March, the wind picked her up and carried her really high. She rode for a long time. There was so much to see from up here. There were houses for people and barns for animals. Birds flew past them singing really pretty songs. When the sun was high in the sky, it felt warm on her back. Then the sun
began to get tired and wasn‘t standing up so high in the sky. Maybe it was embarrassed about being tired because it started turning a little red.
Then, it got so tired that it sat down on the earth. By that time Belinda was getting tired and asked the wind to take her home, but he just kept blowing her away.
Belinda tried again, “Please take me home. I‘m tired and I want my nice comfy soil. I want to see my mom and dad.”
She loved to snuggle down in the warm dark soil at night and watch the Texas stars.
During the day she would roll on top of the ground, basking in the sun.
Sometimes it rained and she would get all wet. She didn‘t like those days, but Mom and Dad
said the rain was important to help little seeds grow up to be big bluebonnets.
One day when she was playing on the ground, a magic carpet came and whisked her in the air. Belinda thought it was magic because she couldn‘t see it, but she could feel it. She rode in the air, going up and down. When the carpet dropped her
on the ground, she rolled back home.
Mom said, “Where have you been, young lady?”
Belinda said, “I went for a ride on a magic carpet. It was fun.”
Dad said, “That magic carpet is called the wind and you need to be very careful. The March wind is coming and he might take you far from home.”
Belinda said, “I‘ll be careful.”
The next day it was raining and Belinda couldn‘t play with the wind, so she read a book about it. The book said that the March wind was very strong. Belinda could hardly wait to meet the March wind.
Every day Belinda looked out from the soil, hoping the March wind would come by her house. When it came, it wasn‘t as strong as the book had said.
It took her across the field and Belinda rolled back home. The next day the wind was a little stronger and it took her longer to get back home. Each day the wind got a little stronger than the day before, taking her farther away and Belinda had to work
harder to get back home. She was one tired little seed when she snuggled down in the warm soil after her rides on the magic wind. Sometimes she even slept late in the morning and waited
for the afternoon wind to take her for a ride.
One day close to the end of March, the wind picked her up and carried her really high. She rode for a long time. There was so much to see from up here. There were houses for people and barns for animals. Birds flew past them singing really pretty songs. When the sun was high in the sky, it felt warm on her back. Then the sun
began to get tired and wasn‘t standing up so high in the sky. Maybe it was embarrassed about being tired because it started turning a little red.
Then, it got so tired that it sat down on the earth. By that time Belinda was getting tired and asked the wind to take her home, but he just kept blowing her away.
Belinda tried again, “Please take me home. I‘m tired and I want my nice comfy soil. I want to see my mom and dad.”
The wind just kept blowing, up and down, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
Belinda began to cry, but the wind didn‘t stop. Belinda fell asleep. She slept a long time.
Suddenly the wind dropped her on the ground with a thud and she woke up. She looked around and didn‘t know where she was. The soil was different from the soil at home. It was cold here. There were tall plants that looked like poles all around her as far as she could see.
Belinda looked at the pole next to her and said, “Who are you?”
The pole said, ”I‘m Carl Corn. Who are you?. “
“I‘m Belinda Bluebonnet and I want to go home. Can you help me get home?.”
Carl said, “Where is home?”
“Texas.,“ Belinda said proudly.
“Well, this is Oklahoma and it‘s a long way from Texas. How did you get here?.”
“The wind blew me here. He used to be my friend, but today he didn‘t play nice.
He wouldn‘t take me home when I asked him.”
“Well Belinda, the March wind blows where ever he wants. If you ride on him, you go with him.”
“Well, I am not playing with him anymore. You look funny. What are those things hanging off of you?” Belinda asked.
“Ears.” Carl said. “Those are my ears. We call them ears of corn.”
“You sure have a lot of ears.” Belinda said.
“What is that hanging out of your ears?”
“That is called silk and it helps my kernels grow.”
“It looks like hair,” Belinda said.
“Why are there holes in your tummy?”
“That is my stalk and I have holes because a stink bug came by and bit me.”
"I‘m sorry you got hurt. Did a doctor give you medicine?”
“No, not a doctor, the farmer takes care of us when we get sick.”
“What‘s a farmer?” Belinda asked.
“A farmer is a man who grows good food for boys and girls.”
“ Is a farmer a plant?”
“No, a farmer is an animal. Animals can move by themselves. They can go anywhere they want without help from others.”
“I can move by myself.” Belinda said.
“Really? How did you get here?”
“The wind blew me here.”
“See, you needed help to move.”
“Oh,” Belinda said, “now I understand.
How did the farmer take care of your
bobo?”
“He put some medicine around my stalk
and it made the stink bug run away.”
“Do you feel better now?”
“Yes, thank you for asking.”
“You‘re welcome. Can I go home now?.” Belinda asked.
“Not unless you catch another wind going back to Texas.”
“When will the wind be back?”
“Probably not until next year.”
Belinda began to cry. “I can‘t wait a whole year to go home..
Carl patted Belinda with the silk of one of his ears. .Belinda, next year you will be a full grown plant like your mother and dad. You won‘t be a little seed that can ride the wind..
“What should I do?”
“You should snuggle down in our soil and make yourself at home. We have really nice plants in our field. You will become part of our family. I know you will miss your mom and dad, but we will take very good care of you in our field. We will keep you warm and safe and our farmer will keep you healthy.”
So, Belinda snuggled down in the Oklahoma soil and put down her roots. She began to grow big and strong. In a couple of months she could stand straight and tall. She began to grow beautiful blue flowers out of her head. She looked around, but none of the other plants had blue flowers. Every day the farmer came by to talk to Belinda. Belinda thought it was because she was the prettiest.
One day when the farmer came, Belinda
was crying. “What is wrong, pretty bluebonnet?” the farmer asked.
“I miss my mom and dad. Do you think they miss me?”
“Belinda, it is pretty hot in Texas now. Your mom and dad have probably gone to make more bluebonnets for next spring.”
“Will I make more bluebonnets for next spring?”
“Yes, when the sun gets a little hotter, it will be time for you to make more seeds.
It takes longer for the sun to get really hot in Oklahoma.”
“What will happen to the seeds I make?”
“They will sleep all winter and next spring when the snow melts, they will come out to play just like you did this year.”
“Do you think they will ride the March wind?” Belinda asked.
“They might. They might even ride to Texas.”
So Belinda became happy and content. She was happy to be around the other plants and the farmer. She was content knowing that one day her seeds might return to Texas where she was born.
Belinda began to cry, but the wind didn‘t stop. Belinda fell asleep. She slept a long time.
Suddenly the wind dropped her on the ground with a thud and she woke up. She looked around and didn‘t know where she was. The soil was different from the soil at home. It was cold here. There were tall plants that looked like poles all around her as far as she could see.
Belinda looked at the pole next to her and said, “Who are you?”
The pole said, ”I‘m Carl Corn. Who are you?. “
“I‘m Belinda Bluebonnet and I want to go home. Can you help me get home?.”
Carl said, “Where is home?”
“Texas.,“ Belinda said proudly.
“Well, this is Oklahoma and it‘s a long way from Texas. How did you get here?.”
“The wind blew me here. He used to be my friend, but today he didn‘t play nice.
He wouldn‘t take me home when I asked him.”
“Well Belinda, the March wind blows where ever he wants. If you ride on him, you go with him.”
“Well, I am not playing with him anymore. You look funny. What are those things hanging off of you?” Belinda asked.
“Ears.” Carl said. “Those are my ears. We call them ears of corn.”
“You sure have a lot of ears.” Belinda said.
“What is that hanging out of your ears?”
“That is called silk and it helps my kernels grow.”
“It looks like hair,” Belinda said.
“Why are there holes in your tummy?”
“That is my stalk and I have holes because a stink bug came by and bit me.”
"I‘m sorry you got hurt. Did a doctor give you medicine?”
“No, not a doctor, the farmer takes care of us when we get sick.”
“What‘s a farmer?” Belinda asked.
“A farmer is a man who grows good food for boys and girls.”
“ Is a farmer a plant?”
“No, a farmer is an animal. Animals can move by themselves. They can go anywhere they want without help from others.”
“I can move by myself.” Belinda said.
“Really? How did you get here?”
“The wind blew me here.”
“See, you needed help to move.”
“Oh,” Belinda said, “now I understand.
How did the farmer take care of your
bobo?”
“He put some medicine around my stalk
and it made the stink bug run away.”
“Do you feel better now?”
“Yes, thank you for asking.”
“You‘re welcome. Can I go home now?.” Belinda asked.
“Not unless you catch another wind going back to Texas.”
“When will the wind be back?”
“Probably not until next year.”
Belinda began to cry. “I can‘t wait a whole year to go home..
Carl patted Belinda with the silk of one of his ears. .Belinda, next year you will be a full grown plant like your mother and dad. You won‘t be a little seed that can ride the wind..
“What should I do?”
“You should snuggle down in our soil and make yourself at home. We have really nice plants in our field. You will become part of our family. I know you will miss your mom and dad, but we will take very good care of you in our field. We will keep you warm and safe and our farmer will keep you healthy.”
So, Belinda snuggled down in the Oklahoma soil and put down her roots. She began to grow big and strong. In a couple of months she could stand straight and tall. She began to grow beautiful blue flowers out of her head. She looked around, but none of the other plants had blue flowers. Every day the farmer came by to talk to Belinda. Belinda thought it was because she was the prettiest.
One day when the farmer came, Belinda
was crying. “What is wrong, pretty bluebonnet?” the farmer asked.
“I miss my mom and dad. Do you think they miss me?”
“Belinda, it is pretty hot in Texas now. Your mom and dad have probably gone to make more bluebonnets for next spring.”
“Will I make more bluebonnets for next spring?”
“Yes, when the sun gets a little hotter, it will be time for you to make more seeds.
It takes longer for the sun to get really hot in Oklahoma.”
“What will happen to the seeds I make?”
“They will sleep all winter and next spring when the snow melts, they will come out to play just like you did this year.”
“Do you think they will ride the March wind?” Belinda asked.
“They might. They might even ride to Texas.”
So Belinda became happy and content. She was happy to be around the other plants and the farmer. She was content knowing that one day her seeds might return to Texas where she was born.
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