Descriptive Writing About A Rose Garden

I smiled because I remembered reading about all the unique and facinating birds in the book my mother got me yesterday. I was very intruigued by the canyon’s rim and gorge. Sammy said that the canyon’s gorge showed no sign of human occupation, but we could still go down there for a tour. We all agreed that would be a good idea. Sammy told us to stay close behind him, for the way down could be a little tricky. As we walked with Sammy I stopped every once and awhile to bend down a study the small little yellow flowers that lined the pathway. I remembered reading about thses flowers! They were Mountain Parsley. They looked more beautiful in person than in my book. I pulled out my camera to take a quick picture of them. After I was finished I looked up and Sammy and my family were gone. At first I didn’t panic. Earlier we had passed those tall blue flowers called Silvery Lupines. Or was it those bright orange ones called Scarlet Globemallows? It was then I realised I was lost. I was lost in the middle of Colorado. No one was in sight. There were flowers of many colors everywhere, the sun beat down hard on me, and it was scorching hot. I sat down and thought there was no hope.

“The Flowers” by Alice Walker was a very descriptive short story that used words powerfully and constructed a sinister yet elegant scene in the reader’s mind. The emotional meaning behind it’s excellent description only enhanced the details and thoughts the reader had while reading the story, which displayed Walker’s talent in describing a story . In this story, a young girl named Myop is playing near her home on a sharecropper property. She begins picking flowers around her sharecropper property, which eventually leads her to exploring the forest behind the property. As Myop is exploring the forest, she encounters a dead body that had been there for a while. Myop is briefly fazed, then continues looking for more plant life. Eventually, she spots a singular pink rose, and notices that at the base of the rose, there is a mound. She digs up the mound, only to discover a noose that was used to hang the

When Stephen visits Sachi’s garden for the first time, he finds that “There were no trees, flowers, or water, only a landscape made of sand, stones, rocks, and some pale green moss . . . Sachi had created mountains from arranged rocks, surrounded by gravel and elongated stones flowing down like a rocky stream leading to a lake or the sea” (40). Unlike Matsu’s very green and tree-filled garden, Sachi’s garden is very dry, and simplistic, yet has a peculiarly admirable feeling when one is able to see the subtle details. Although it is very different from a typical garden, its components harmonize to create a new and beautiful pattern. At first, Stephen is overwhelmed by the unfamiliar concept of a dry landscape, but after taking it in, he says it is beautiful. This garden is has a fresh taste to it, leaving Stephen to decide the effect it has on him, whether it be positive or negative. When creating the garden, Sachi insisted that it should not have flowers. However, eventually, “between two large rocks grew a neat cluster of blooming flowers, startlingly beautiful, a splash of blue-purple . . . thriving among the muted, gray stones.” The way that the bright colors contrast against the dull gray shows that something unfamiliar and novel can appear beautiful in its own way. Since Sachi’s garden is filled with pebbles and stones, the dainty flowers stand out comely, and to

The setting of Alice Walkers short story” The Flowers” is important for us, the readers to obtain a perspective of how life was like growing up for a 10 year old African American girl by the name of Myop. The title of the story is “The Flowers.” When you think about flowers, you instantly compare them to being beautiful, pure, and innocent. The title of the “The Flowers” is a symbolism that correlates to Myop who is the protagonist of the story. Myop is just like a flower in the beginning of the story. She’s a pure and innocent child but that pure innocence changes when she discovers something that’ll change her life forever.

The next morning, Joshua drove his Lexis down his mother’s driveway and parked. Before getting out of the car, he glanced at the red roses growing along the side of his mother’s house. Shaking his head, he whispered, “Mom and her

In this text I will be telling you about the marigolds. Once a few years ago a young girl lived in a small neighborhood when she was young and her and her friends used to hide in bushes and mess with Miss.Lottie. Lizabeth mother was never home because she was working. Her father was unemployed. The little girl was in her bed and she couldn’t sleep so she woke her brother up and put on some clothes and left. When she got outside she ran for a little while and she ran over to Miss.Lottie’s garden and tore them out the ground

The beautiful Empress was strolling threw her rose garden, and notices something very strange about her rose bushes. The flowers and then trees started to withering. “Damn, it just couldn't be happening all over again.” He said to herself as she quickly ran over to look over her castle's walls. Her flying fortress was slowly descending in to

“Mama! Mama!” A voice lifted from the lush overgrowth of lilac and roses. Four-year-old Katherine crawled out from the bushes. Strawberry blond curls bounced in her exertions. Her face beaming with pride as she brandished her discovery. A handful of lilac flowers, stripped from a bush, crumpled in her tiny fist. “I found these for you!”

Alice Walker’s “The Flowers” is a compacted short story that contains an explosive and unexpected secret in the midst of a rose garden, Walker’s detailed and quick paced plot leaves the reader with no idea about the dark climatic scene at the end of the story. Walker’s quick paced plot develops an unusual structure where the exposition and rising action occupy most of the story while the climax, falling action and resolution hastily occur within the last two paragraphs.

The faster pace of elongated steps brought her closer to the veranda. The heavy feeling in her heart began to lift. On reaching the steps, the sweet muskiness of the roses that crept up the exterior columns became more prevalent. Their petals unfurled as they reached up to the sun’s rays seeking solace as she sought solace. By instinct, she knew peace waited for her inside. In anticipation, she drew nearer.

I walked about half a mile to Houghton Garden. As I was walking, I was reminded of how beautiful nature is. The grass was a light green and the sun was brightly shining on me. As I continued walking to the Garden, I walked past some turkeys and rabbits. They were also observing the beauty of nature. The weather was perfect. It was warm, with a slight breeze. After walking for about fifteen minutes, I finally found a bench to sit on. The bench was located on top of a small hill with a gorgeous view. The sun was shinning on my back, enhancing my view of the Garden. There were hundreds of trees surrounding me. The trees ranged from thin to thick. One of the tree’s branches had fallen and was dangling a few inches from the ground. The only thing that was keeping it from touching the ground, was that there was a

On the village’s land, there are more beautiful flowers than before. Before there are flowers on the land, there are no flowers at all. The village is a dull land and the villagers “were going to break their backs digging for springs among the stones and plant flowers” (3). The beautiful flowers and its fragrance will allure nearby sailors. The flowers are planted to represent the splendor

When I moved to Boston 13 years ago, I knew I had arrived somewhere special. I immediately loved the brick sidewalks and cobblestone streets in Beacon Hill. I was impressed with the massive scale of the homes in Back Bay and I enjoyed walking through the perfectly manicured Public Garden. With only superficial knowledge of Boston’s rich history and culture, I quickly became captivated by my new environment. I was fascinated by the “lavenders”, which are purple tinted glass windows in the old brownstones of Beacon Hill. initially, these windows weren’t a stylistic choice, but a mistake made by the glass manufacturer in the mid-1800s. I thought it amazing that a piece of glass could survive all these years and appreciated that it was unique

(T) The story The Flowers is the most descriptive of the three.(I) The reasons that The Flowers is the most descriptive are the word choice and the sensory details. (Q/E) The Dogs quote: “and felt the wood enter under the kneecap and tear it loose.”, quote from The Sniper: “Dublin lay enveloped in darkness but for the dim light of the moon that shone through the fleecy clouds.”

One of the rose bushes that belonged to the family had been stolen from their yard when they were interned in one of the camps. After their return, the children search for the rose bush, but never manage to find it. This leads them to assume that someone had planted it in their own backyard. We are also told that the children imagine the rose bush ““blossoming madly, wildly, pressing one perfect red flower after another out into the late afternoon light.” (In a Stranger’s Backyard)