The bright rays of the sun fall down the grassy plains. The green stretches along the horizon, as of endless. It is the type of loud silence, only the morning birds are heard, and the wind playing with the leafs. The field smells of sweet, rich lavender, having an ability to sooth my worries. Butterflies fly from flower to flower, with their wings painted in rich colors of spring green, sky blue, and coral. I watch with a cheerful smile.
Mama's decision to give quilts to Maggie has a development on the plot by creating the rising action. Mama can see that Maggie really wants and deserves the quilts. Hope that helps you
