The Dreamy Backyard

There are a lot of things that I like about my backyard. I am there at 6:00 o’clock in the morning right after I wake up. I am there at 3:00 pm enjoying a cookout with my family. But I am also there at 3:00 am, trying to figure my life out.

This backyard is made up of memories, love and sadness. It seems uninhabited; as if no one has ever lived there. White chairs all over the yard, their corresponding white table placed carelessly in a corner.

My backyard doesn’t have grass all over it, it only has grass in strategic places, to look cute ,but not too cute. My dog helps to cut the grass, I call her my little cow. She enjoys eating the little grass that grows in the yard.

There are three beautiful trees in the back. I love the trees because they transmit to me tranquility and peace when I need it the most. I don’t know the name of these trees, but I love them. For me every living thing should be treated with respect and kindness. These trees provide us with a beautiful shadow in summer where I love to spend my afternoons.

Hanging from them is a hammock. My mother loves that thing and I love my mother. I love to see her happy, while she swings like a little girl. Her big smile and her long hair swinging each time she pushes herself off the ground. In another tree is my swing. My dad hung it there for me because he wanted me to spend more time out of my bedroom. It worked. My swing is like a long table where I can lie and dream about my future, or even just read my favorite book without interruptions.

My mom and I like gardening. Together we have planted a lot of plants, but we are really bad at it. We have five rose bushes, most of them were here before we moved in, but we treat them like our own. We have different kinds of roses, some of them are little, some others are bigger, some of them are pink and some others red, we even have a combination of both. A few weeks ago we also planted some carrots and two months ago we planted cilantro, basil, onions, parsley, tomatoes, peas, garlic and mint. We love to plant our own vegetables but the problem is that we do not know how to harvest them.

Yes, I love my backyard because I have beautiful memories. There was my 18th birthday party or the first sleepover that I had here in the United States or the campfire at Christmas. Oh yes, I love my backyard, whether I am alone or with friends and family - it is the best place to be.

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