Kadriorgi lilleaed oli Maarja ja Mihkli lemmikkoht, eriti sügisel.

The Kadriorg garden was Maarja and Mihkel's favorite place, especially in autumn.

Lehed olid kuldsed ja punased, krabisedes nende jalge all.

The leaves were golden and red, rustling under their feet.

Õrn tuuleke mängis puude oksadel, andes kogu aiale rahuliku ja hubase tunde.

A gentle breeze played with the branches of the trees, giving the whole garden a peaceful and cozy feeling.

Maarja seisis ühe lillepeenra juures, pintslit hoides, ja tundis end veidi eksinuna.

Maarja stood by one of the flowerbeds, holding a brush, and felt a little lost.

"Maarja, sa oled varemgi raskeid ülesandeid lahendanud," ütles Mihkel, kes kõndis aeglaselt tema kõrval.

"Maarja, you've solved difficult tasks before," said Mihkel, who was walking slowly beside her.

"Vaatame, mida sügis sulle kingib."

"Let's see what autumn has to offer you."

Ta osutas kõrgele vahtrale, mille lehed olid säravpunased, peaaegu leekivad.

He pointed to a tall maple with leaves that were bright red, almost blazing.

Maarja ohkas.

Maarja sighed.

"Ma kardan, et kõik mu ideed on tavalised.

"I'm afraid all my ideas are ordinary.

Ma tahan midagi, mis on tõeliselt erakordne."

I want something truly extraordinary."

Mihkel naeratas ja tõstis ühe puulehe maast üles.

Mihkel smiled and picked up a leaf from the ground.

"Alustame lihtsast.

"Let's start simple.

Vaata, kuidas värvid siin üksteise vastu mängivad."

Look at how the colors play off each other here."

Nad peatudes vaatasid üle lillepeenarde ja avastasid peidetud ilu.

They paused to look over the flowerbeds and discovered hidden beauty.

Kollased, oranžid ja punased toonid sulandusid imelisteks mustriteks.

The yellows, oranges, and reds blended into marvelous patterns.

Maarja hakkas värve vaikselt oma paberile täpikesi tehes jäljendama.

Maarja began to quietly mimic the colors on her paper with tiny dots.

"Püüa mitte mõelda liiga palju," soovitas Mihkel.

"Try not to think too much," advised Mihkel.

"Vaata looduse mustreid ja lase oma käel liikuda."

"Look at nature's patterns and let your hand move."

Nende jalutuskäik kulges edasi, kui päike loojus ja maalis kõike oma soojades toonides.

Their walk continued as the sun set and painted everything in warm shades.

Maarja vaatas üle aia ja nägi eemal noori daaleaid nende täies hiilguses.

Maarja looked across the garden and saw young dahlias in their full glory.

See oli just see, mida ta vajas.

That was exactly what she needed.

Maarja tõmbas hetkeks hinge ja tundis, kuidas uus idee tema mõttesmustrisse lõi.

Maarja took a deep breath and felt a new idea forming in her mind.

Ta kujutas ette kunstiteost, mis võtaks kokku sügise kaootilise, kuid harmoonilise ilu.

She imagined an artwork that would capture the chaotic yet harmonious beauty of autumn.

"Ma tean, mida teha!"

"I know what to do!"

hüüdis ta ja kallistas Mihklit.

she exclaimed and hugged Mihkel.

Tagasiteel koju oli ta silmis uus sära.

On the way home, there was a new sparkle in her eyes.

"Aitäh, Mihkel," sõnas ta.

"Thank you, Mihkel," she said.

"Ilma sinuta poleks ma seda avastanud."

"Without you, I wouldn't have discovered this."

Kadriorgi lilleaed andis talle inspiratsiooni, mille ta viis endaga.

The Kadriorg garden gave her the inspiration she carried with her.

Maarja naases kooli plaaniga, mis kajastuks tema kunstiteosena – ehe kunst, otse sügise südamest.

Maarja returned to school with a plan, which would be reflected in her artwork—genuine art, straight from the heart of autumn.

Ta kasutas oma kartustest üle saamiseks looduse kingitusi ja leidis sealt enesekindlust, mida vajas.

She used nature's gifts to overcome her fears and found the confidence she needed there.