The Effects Of The Grapevine On My Grandpa's Porch

Today, as the rain was tapping on my window, I stared out at the storm clouds casting shadows onto the long green fields of spring. As I was watching as the grass and the leaves in the trees on the horizon sway with the wind, my mind was recalled to a time that I’ve been trying to hide away for a long while now.

The sun had started going down and the blazing heat that accompanied July with it as the stars and crickets started slowly making appearances. The day was coming to an end and I was sleepier than ever due to the intense heat that seemed to drain every

It was in the clove of seasons, summer was dead but autumn had not yet

“...I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” p. 4

When they arrived they were greeted with roses by the governor. The rain had finally stopped and it was supposed to be a beautiful day with blue skies. The nice weather

Eggs are year round, nymphs between April until the end of September while adult life cycle is between April and the end of October.

They are most active in warm weather. Peak activity occurs in June and July. They tend to be found in either wooded areas or grassy areas.

In the Spring

It was the spring of mid may traveling to Mauch Chunk Lake Park. Rolling down my window to get a hint of fresh air, the smell of trees,leafs and grass filling up my nose and filling up the car. Hearing the birds chirp and the cars passed while looking out the window to see miles and miles of trees weirdly calmed me.

It was a pretty normal morning on Farmer John's farm. The air was crisp. A fog lifted lazily out of the deep, cool valley. The sky in the east took on a bright orange glow as the sun crept over the horizon welcoming in the new day.

Bigleaf periwinkle commonly blossoms from March to June, but can in fact bloom year-round in north-central Texas (Stone, Katharine R, 2009). Bigleaf periwinkle spreads with great rapidity by arching stolons, which root at the tips.

Passing the end of the cold winter, Cherry blossoms and flowers are blooming. We were sitting under the flower rain. It was spring.

A nice breeze is filling my forest… it is amazing today, the birds are celebrating with more cheerful tones than usual, and the supernatural are on their top.

We walked outside into the warm November day. The trees just starting to change colors, leaves on the ground, birds singing, and crickets chirping. All of a sudden I hear someone say

Here I was, perched on a glass table, moronically gandering at the trees dancing with the wind, unbeknownst to me that the wind was pushing the trees slightly. I sat there, pondering about autumn and the colorful leaves. At this time, the leaves are such a big symbol in my life.