Descriptive Essay On A Summer Vacation

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Hot, dry summer days are what I yearn for. The scorching sun busting out from behind the immense pale clouds. The rays of light pointing to the top of the lush hillside behind my house. The main top of the hillside is covered in tall oak trees that are lined with paradise green leaves. Branches stretch out like long, thin arms. In the far background, the ancient oak trees split apart and provide a small opening. The opening covered with old, dry grass is home to a small log cabin. That small, old log cabin is the place I hike to every summer day. It is my safe place, my reading place, my relaxing place, and my favorite place. Dandelions are scattered in front of the cabin. As the wind blows, pieces of the dandelions float away. As I try …show more content…
As the wind blows, I smell the red cedar logs. They smell like the bedding you put in the bottom of a hamster cage. As I sniff the air, various birds begin to sing together like a school choir. Sometimes I just stand on the porch and listen closely to every beautiful note. A few small birds perch upon the red plastic bird house that dangles on a wooden post, and I can hear them crunching on bird feed. As I listen, I hear the interior of the cabin calling my name and offering me …show more content…
I turn the knob and push open the oak door. The door squeaks like a mouse and opens up into a beautiful room. The cabin is basically just a living room. The room smells of a mixture of vanilla and hamster bedding, because of the red cedar walls and the yellow pine flooring. The floor creaks beneath my feet as I step inside. Dark wooden frames containing family photos and my sister’s personal paintings hang from the walls. A handmade couch is pushed against the wall on the right side of the room. My Grandfather crafted the couch from oak wood and my Grandmother created the cushions. She covered the cushions with crimson red fabric and stitched a baby blue diamond pattern on each one. My Grandfather also crafted the oak coffee table that is in front of the unique couch. The two pieces of furniture provide a relaxing area. A white fur rug in the middle of the room almost extends from the back door to the front door. The fur feels amazing on your bare feet and it smells just like the yellow pine floor. The left side of the room only has a black, leather recliner pushed slightly against the wall. My Great-Grandfather relaxed in the recliner before he passed away. The recliner has cracks and looks ancient, but I can’t part with it. I run my fingers over the cracks and imagine they are his callused hands. His seat

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