At the top, in flowing script, it reads:

The Secret of the Garden Keeper

I stand here still in the garden so green; for many long years I’ve watched every scene.
I guard all the trees, the blossoms, and the fruit and know every sunbeam and each scent at its root.
Though made out of stone, in the garden I stay, and those who look closely will find me one day.

So follow the clues and trace them with care; at the end, my name will be waiting there.

“A keeper of the garden?” I ask in surprise. “I wonder which statue that is?”

“Great, a proper art adventure,” Mia exclaims enthusiastically, already rummaging through her rucksack for a sheet of paper and a pen.

So off we go in search of the answers and, step by step, a picture takes shape on our paper. When we’re finally done, we compare our drawings. And then we recognize her.

Dad looks over our shoulders. “Great, you’ve solved the mystery of the garden keeper, and we’ve even got a lovely souvenir to take home with us.”

With our very own Colpach artwork as a souvenir, we proudly leave the park, and I feel just a tiny bit like a real artist.