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Descriptive Essay About My Grandparents

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The crackle of gravel under rubber, the quiet murmur of wind dancing through the leaves, and the bittersweet scent of pine. These are the sounds and smells I wake to as the car trundles down the drive to my grandparents’ home—and there are few I love better. I imagine Aldo Leopold felt much the same about his farm in his Sand County Almanacs. His, an abandoned farm in Wisconsin in the 1940s, mine an abandoned farm in Northern Michigan my maternal grandparents bought in the 1960s. It was this farm that intimately introduced me to nature beginning infancy. I believe it is due to this exposure to nature that I am keenly aware of the complex connections between humans and nature today. My grandparents’ home, affectionately dubbed the Fen …show more content…

And when the chill cuts into my hands, the blazing fire offers me warmth, a gift from trees of every kind. Through every season, the land gives me pure, sweet water, and creatures of every kind to search the grass and trees for a brief glimpse—owls, foxes, deer, bats, coyotes, porcupines, skunks, pileated woodpeckers, humming birds, eastern hognose snakes—the list continues. Leopold speaks similarly of XXXX. However, he is far more enamored in the minutiae of the flora and fauna than I. He waxes poetic on the goose, devoting an entire XXX to it and names XXX. I just enjoy watching. If I do not recognize an exact species or know its name, I rarely seek out an answer. Perhaps I will ask my grandfather or parents if they are nearby, but I am content to remain ignorant in this situation. I saw what I saw and no word will impact the wonder I experienced, it is just as magnificent. I find a harmony in nature, a simplicity not found even in my rural village, much less in cities. The food is fresh, the world is quiet, and there is no need for hurry. I have very little control over my surroundings, they are beyond me living their own existences freely. Times moves slowly, and I must find my own stimulation. I look at my surroundings and I wonder about a great many things. Sometimes I find answers, sometimes I do not. At the Fen, I find balance. I can only guess why Leopold loved the natural so passionately. His feelings seep through his writings, but

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