Xenia Pawlowsky

"Mae echaba de menos jugar con sus amigos, escuchar el canto de los pájaros en los manzanos, perseguir mariposas sobre la ondulante hierba... Así que dibujó sus propias mariposas..."-- When Mae's family moves to a new home, she wishes she could bring her garden with her. She'll miss the apple trees, the daffodils, and chasing butterflies in the wavy grass. But there's no room for a garden in the city. Or is there? Mae's story, gorgeously illustrated...