Leftover snow and ice melts into the ground, and it is often raining during this time of the year, leaving the ground mucky. In early morning dew forms on the grass. The trees that were stripped of leaves, left with nothing else other than the branches, start to bud. The life that was previously black and white, is slowly turning into a colourful environment. The flowers are blooming, spreading the news of the arrival of spring. People start to plant flowers, cut grass, and gardening. On a warm day, when the neighbours cut the freshly grown grass, its smell reaches through my house to my chambers and the strong scent hits my nose, firing up my sneezes . The arrival of spring means the arrival of my allergies due to pollen. Spring brings me intolerable allergies, causing me to stay indoors whenever I possible can. Whereas autumn is completely opposite: the air cools down, with chilly and frosty weather in the mornings. The sun sets early than usual making the day shorter and darker. It is often windy, causing the warm coloured leaves to fall of the branches and descend to the ground, blanketing the bare, colourless ground. The colour of autumn leaves, especially maple leaves with their red, orange, yellow, and brown, are stunning. The fallen leaves are waiting on the grass to be raked into a pile, only for my cousin to be pushed into. Autumn is the time for the leaves to …show more content…
During the good days when it is not much frosty, kids would normally go out to play soccer or football with their friends.
As a tradition to be followed every year, me and my friends go to the apple orchard, and then make a trip to the pumpkin farm to pick a pumpkin for carving. One year, seven of us made our way to the farm on a cold and crisp evening. It was a forty-minute drive, in which we jammed to music and argued about which song should play next. As the car drove past the leaves on the ground, I could faintly hear the crunching sound of them as they swirled around. It wasn’t long before we reached the orchard. The farm looked really marvelous, the apple was bright red, its leaves green, and the ground covered in fallen red and golden orange coloured leaves. Walking throughout the farm as we picked ripe apples for baking pies, and crisp apples for caramel apple, I could hear the crackling noise of the leaves, a little frost was visible on the leaves due to the chilly weather. The wind increased, moving the leaves around, until it formed into a big huge pile. The sky was turning pinkish grey, and the sun was setting down as the moon was rising up creating the grey hue. After we were finished apple picking, we went to the neighbouring pumpkin farm to pick a pumpkin to carve. It was a huge pumpkin vine,