Backyard at my Aunt’s House As I walk through the deep green grass and smell the fresh air, I realize that this is how life is supposed to be no troubles, no stress, just myself and nature. While reading this, you would most likely expect me to be in a garden full of rare horticulture in an exotic locale, but I am right at my aunt’s house. I take 10 minutes sit down on the grass to look around and 10 minutes Inside, I hear the sound of the television blaring through the windows, people scurrying in and out, and noise drowning out all the rest of the surroundings.
Outside, is a whole different atmosphere- a plethora of flora in nature’s most simple form, the chirping of birds, the majestic hues of the fish swimming in a mere pot; the sights and sounds of a garden are calming to the heart. Though there is nothing special about the garden; the usual trees and flowers, with some animals too, but it is meaningful to me, when work gets stressful or I just need a break from the fresh air that is life, it is just a few steps to paradise. My bare feet touch the cold tiles as my fingers run along the hibiscus flowers and my eyes are treated to a feast of colors and sights.
It stimulates all my senses- my eyes do not know what to look at first, I can smell the fresh air, I hear the leaves rustling against each other and the sounds of the small creatures that dwell amongst the plants, I feel the texture of the flowers, plants, and even the dirt, and I can taste the freshness of the morning dew. My aunt’s garden is laden with many flowers- roses, hibiscus, and even the purple flowers that smell really good, it bears fruit- bananas to be exact, is bubbling with life- it may be my aunt’s house but she share it with squirrels, kingfishers, and sometimes even monitor lizards without even knowing it.
I make my way towards the fishes to see how they are doing; red, blue, and gold hidden underneath the layers of water plants. Even though it is just a pot with some water in it, life can flourish in the most unexpected of places. I see the silver wire swing and sit on it, concentrating on the bumble bee buzzing around the flower, looking for honey. As night falls, it is a completely different place- everything is transformed into something mysterious and exotic- even a common houseplant.
There are hardly any sounds except maybe the occasional lost car zooming past the road outside. The moonlight glistens over the roofs of houses and the tallest of trees; it leaves a surreal silver blanket across all that cross its path. Most creatures are asleep, except for the few who come alive during the night. The croaks of the frog, the chirping of the crickets, and the rare purring of the cat fill the air with the rustling of the leaves and the sound of the wind blowing against everything in its way.
Sometimes silent whispers from the neighboring houses and the crying of some baby who cannot fall asleep can be heard. I feel a cool breeze run across my face as I look up at the sky, with the moon wrapped in clouds. There are many muted stars in the vast sky above, but there is only one lone star, bright as gold. After being submerged in its beauty, I hear my aunt’s voice call me for dinner; I get up with a groan and walk back inside to the real world.