By Kat
For me, nothing is more beautiful than my grandparents’ home. They live on top of a mountain in North Carolina, over 4,000 feet high. The road to their home is winding and curvy. It makes me slightly nauseous to look over the guardrail and down at the little valley and river below. It’s quite different to go up there; a big change in scenery. There are huge mountains, fields filled with flowers, and wildlife all around. My home in Knoxville isn’t quite like that…
As soon as we pull up to the house and I step out of the car, I’m hit with a blast of air that smells of flowers and fresh air. Grandmommie’s flower beds are always bursting with different plants, no matter what the season. The fields that run parallel to their driveway have all sorts of different wildflowers like Queen Anne’s Lace, Black-eyed Susan, daisies, Bee Balm, and Butterfly Weed. I would venture further into the fields if there weren’t so many ticks and chiggers.
Their house faces acres and acres of forest, filled with all sorts of wildlife. Papa loves to take us on hikes and stop every few steps to point something out to us or share a funny story that has nothing to do with anything. He’s marked trails all over the forest. One curves around whale rock (a huge boulder in the formation of a whale), another travels even further up to the cliff, while a different one might just take us to the property line. My favorite, though, is the one that leads to the swing. A few winters ago, my uncle made a tree swing on one of the oak trees. The trail to get there is uphill, so I’m always a little winded by the time we reach it. The swing makes my stomach do flip flops as I go at least fifteen feet into the air. It’s like I can fly.
At night, we bundle up in the great room to watch an old movie while eating desert. Their wool blankets are coarse against my skin, but it’s almost comforting. They smell like magnolias and wool, a scent that is totally my grandparents.
My sister and I like to go outside and lay on the driveway with blankets at night, looking up at the clear, beautiful sky. There aren’t any other lights up there, so we can see the stars perfectly. On a flawlessly clear night, I can see satellites circling the atmosphere and shooting stars. Occasionally a coyote howls in the distance. It gives me shivers just looking up at the big clear sky and being surrounded by nature. It just reminds me again how amazing God is.
For me, nothing is more beautiful than my grandparents’ home. They live on top of a mountain in North Carolina, over 4,000 feet high. The road to their home is winding and curvy. It makes me slightly nauseous to look over the guardrail and down at the little valley and river below. It’s quite different to go up there; a big change in scenery. There are huge mountains, fields filled with flowers, and wildlife all around. My home in Knoxville isn’t quite like that…
As soon as we pull up to the house and I step out of the car, I’m hit with a blast of air that smells of flowers and fresh air. Grandmommie’s flower beds are always bursting with different plants, no matter what the season. The fields that run parallel to their driveway have all sorts of different wildflowers like Queen Anne’s Lace, Black-eyed Susan, daisies, Bee Balm, and Butterfly Weed. I would venture further into the fields if there weren’t so many ticks and chiggers.
Their house faces acres and acres of forest, filled with all sorts of wildlife. Papa loves to take us on hikes and stop every few steps to point something out to us or share a funny story that has nothing to do with anything. He’s marked trails all over the forest. One curves around whale rock (a huge boulder in the formation of a whale), another travels even further up to the cliff, while a different one might just take us to the property line. My favorite, though, is the one that leads to the swing. A few winters ago, my uncle made a tree swing on one of the oak trees. The trail to get there is uphill, so I’m always a little winded by the time we reach it. The swing makes my stomach do flip flops as I go at least fifteen feet into the air. It’s like I can fly.
At night, we bundle up in the great room to watch an old movie while eating desert. Their wool blankets are coarse against my skin, but it’s almost comforting. They smell like magnolias and wool, a scent that is totally my grandparents.
My sister and I like to go outside and lay on the driveway with blankets at night, looking up at the clear, beautiful sky. There aren’t any other lights up there, so we can see the stars perfectly. On a flawlessly clear night, I can see satellites circling the atmosphere and shooting stars. Occasionally a coyote howls in the distance. It gives me shivers just looking up at the big clear sky and being surrounded by nature. It just reminds me again how amazing God is.
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