The Whispering Willows

Christopher Barboni

English 1A

9/7/16

The Whispering Willows

Ever since I was a kid I would love to admire everything nature had to offer. Whether that was from enormous nerve-racking fish swimming in the ocean’s depths, to trees waving briskly in the wind. As time flew by I was gradually becoming a nature fanatic. Eventually I would beg my mother to take me to the many colored fulfilled parks, trails, and even my grandmother’s house. But when it came down to making that decision on where I would want to go after school I would always say, “Grandma’s house”. This was because my Grandma’s yard was filled with fluffy bushes, mighty tall redwood trees, delicate little flowers and much more.

On the way to my Grandmother’s house the car ride was always really spectacular. As my mom would roll down the front two side windows of the car you would hear the cool wind rush into the car along with a clean pine scent that make your nose tingle. I would also enjoy watching the wildlife that wasn’t afraid to show face to humanity such as the birds, squirrels, jackrabbits, and many other rodents. The jackrabbits were my personal favorite because I would find it so fascinating as they would jump and hurdle over the thick brush in search for food.

As we rolled up onto the driveway you can hear the crunching and snapping of the many sticks scattered around the pavement. That was my queue to start unbuckling my seatbelt and try to get out of the car as soon as possible. The second I opened the car door the cool dry air with that familiar horse manure brushed up nicely across my face. That was when I knew this was my grandmother’s house, the one place I loved and endured so much. As I would step outside of the vehicle I would feel my Grandmother’s dog named Skippy slap and wrap his tongue against my right shin. Excited and joyful from the presence of Skippy, I would jump and squirm from the tingling sensation that would shoot up my leg from his wet moist tongue that would sling itself back and forth from his mouth to my lower leg. I would eventually bend over and return the love by stroking his silky golden brown head back and forth while giving him a thorough belly rub.

After giving Skippy love, I bolted to my grandmother's bright red door that had two diagonal lines that were symmetrical to each other on the top left and right hand side, along with the perfect golden spherical door knob all the way on the left in the center of the door. After entering my grandmother’s house and saying hello I rushed for the back screen door that lead to the backyard and looked up to the majestic redwoods that towered over me. The three redwoods were next to one another and were on top of a little hill in the form of a triangle,

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