Welcome to another week of amazing creativity from the students of our Creative Writing Club!
This week, we are sharing a descriptive essay from the first week of our summer term, where the students were asked to write about their Easter holidays, from different angles. This essay focuses on one special day during the holidays, and it is beautifully written by Aruniha, aged 11. Enjoy!
The Visit to The Tulip Garden
When we got to the tulip garden, it honestly felt like stepping into another world. The first thing I noticed was the colours — so many that my eyes didn’t know where to look. Red, yellow, pink, purple, orange, white, and even some that were almost black. It was so bright and colourful that it almost didn’t feel real. It was like someone had dropped a giant box of crayons all over the ground, and they had turned into flowers.
We started walking down a narrow path that wound through the middle of all the tulips. They were planted in neat rows but looked wild at the same time, like they had just grown that way on their own. Some of the flowers brushed against my legs because they were so tall, and I kept reaching out to touch the petals as we walked past. They felt smooth and soft, almost like silk. Some had edges that were frilly and fancy, while others were simple and perfect like little cups.
My sister ran ahead, yelling about finding the tallest tulip. Every five seconds, she thought she had found a new one and kept calling us over to look. We couldn’t stop laughing because half the time they looked exactly the same. I was busy taking photos on my phone, but after a while, I realised no picture could really show how amazing it was to actually be there. Every direction you turned, it just looked even better than before.
We came to a part where all the tulips were pink, and it felt like we were walking through a pink ocean. There were light pinks, bright pinks, and pinks so dark they were almost red. It was crazy how many shades there were. The sun was shining right down on them, making the petals look like they were glowing. It was so pretty that I just stood there for a few minutes without saying anything, which doesn’t happen very often for me.
After that, we found a little wooden bridge crossing a stream. From the top, you could see the reflection of the flowers in the water, and there were ducks floating along like they didn’t even notice how beautiful everything was. I leaned over the side to look at the water, and one of the ducks quacked loudly, which made me jump and everyone laughed. It was such a peaceful place, but also full of little surprises like that.
Further along, there were sections where the tulips were arranged into patterns. From up close, it just looked like a lot of different colours, but when you stepped back, you could see giant hearts, stars, and swirls made out of flowers. It was amazing to think how someone planned it all out. I tried to take a panoramic photo to capture it, but the real thing looked a hundred times better.
The garden wasn’t completely silent either. You could hear bees buzzing everywhere, but it wasn’t scary at all. They just floated from flower to flower like they were shopping at their favourite store. At one point, a butterfly landed right next to me on a yellow tulip and stayed there for a few seconds. I stayed completely still, just watching it flutter its wings slowly.
There were big trees dotted around too, and we found one with a bench underneath it. We sat there for a bit, just looking around. The smell of the flowers mixed with the fresh air was so good that I kept taking deep breaths without even realising it. It didn’t even smell like one flower — it was like a thousand different smells all together. Sweet, fresh, a little bit earthy. It just smelled like spring.
After sitting for a while, we got up and kept exploring. We found a huge patch where the tulips were orange and yellow mixed together, and it looked exactly like a sunset had dropped onto the ground. I saw a little kid lying right in the middle of the flowers, and his parents were trying to get him to stand up for a picture, but he refused because he was having too much fun. Honestly, I kind of wanted to do the same thing.
Not all the tulips looked the same either. Some had pointy petals, some had petals that curled out like little crowns, and others were all fluffy and frilly. I saw one that looked like two flowers stuck together. It made me wonder how many different types of tulips there were in the world. Probably thousands.
Off to the side, we found a little pond filled with lily pads and frogs croaking. I sat down by the water for a bit and just watched everything. The sun was sparkling on the water, and the frogs sounded like they were having a conversation. It was so peaceful that I kind of forgot about everything else — no homework, no school, no worries at all.
And then we found the best thing ever: a tiny ice cream stand right in the middle of the garden. It was hidden between two giant beds of tulips, and it felt like finding a secret. There was already a line of people, all smiling and holding colourful ice creams. I couldn’t wait to get one.
They had all sorts of flavours, even some weird ones like “rose” and “lavender.” I thought about being adventurous but ended up picking strawberry because it matched all the pink flowers. My sister got chocolate, and my dad got the rose flavour just to be different. He made this really weird face after his first lick but then said it actually tasted really good, like drinking flower tea or something.
We sat down in a shady spot under a tree and ate our ice creams. Mine started melting super-fast because it was so sunny, and I ended up with sticky hands. My sister kept teasing me because she somehow managed not to get a single drop on herself. While we were sitting there, I just looked around and thought about how lucky I was to be there.
While we were eating, we saw a little boy drop his whole ice cream on the path. His face looked like the world had ended. But then his mum bought him a new one, and everyone nearby cheered like he’d won a prize. It made everyone laugh, and the whole garden seemed even happier after that.
When we finished eating, we wandered off again. We found a section where the tulips were mixed with other flowers like daffodils and hyacinths. The smell there was even sweeter and stronger, and there were butterflies everywhere. I tried to follow one and almost walked right into a flower bed, but luckily I stopped just in time.
At one point we found a flower archway covered in vines and little white blossoms. We walked under it, and it felt like entering a secret part of the garden. Behind the arch was a little clearing with even more tulips, and hardly anyone else was there. It felt like we had found our own private part of the garden.
Before we left, we walked through a part where the tulips were planted in big spirals. Walking through them felt like being inside a giant colourful maze. I didn’t even care if I got a bit lost. Every new turn showed more flowers and more colours. I wanted to remember every second of it.
Near the exit, there were little souvenir stalls selling tiny pots of tulips, postcards, and keychains shaped like flowers. I wanted to buy everything, but I ended up choosing a small keychain with a tiny tulip inside it. I still have it hanging on my bag now. Every time I see it, it reminds me of that day.
Leaving the garden was really hard. I kept looking back, trying to soak up every last bit of colour and sunshine. It felt like the kind of place you could visit a hundred times and still find something new each time. The tulips waved gently in the breeze as we walked away, almost like they were saying goodbye.
Even now, when I close my eyes, I can still see it all. The colours, the smells, the feeling of soft petals brushing my fingers, the taste of melting strawberry ice cream, and the sound of bees buzzing lazily around. It’s one of those days you never forget, no matter how much time goes by.
If you have a child who loves writing stories and essays, and you want to encourage them to explore their creativity and their imagination, then we would love to have them join our writing club! Just click on the link to register, and we will be in touch. Creative Writing Club – Registration Form.
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