Looking out the window, all I see is green. This is summer of course. The corn is taller than the car making a wall along the sides of the road. Usually, the sky is so blue and random white fluffy clouds cover the sun for a few seconds of shade. There is always a breeze going through the trees so it is rarely silent. The creek is now low enough to cross from the lack of rain. So we go back in the secluded meadow serounded with trees and have our fun. Camping in the back yard but it feels like we’re miles away from civilization. My best memories are in this meadow with my friends and family.
Fall arrives and everything is beginning to turn brown and dust clouds swarm around the farm and up the long driveway. The days seem to get hours shorter and the sun doesn’t shine as bright. But the colors of the leaves make it worth country living. The leaves look like confetti when the wind rushes through them now. Then they cover the ground and cover up all the dead grass. The crops are harvested and it seems like I can see for miles, but there is not much to look at. Campfires and homemade apple cider are my favorite thing about the fall. The Indian summers are what I look forward to.
Once winter comes, I feel like I am in a depression. The cold is rigid and the wind never stops. How many times will I fall down the hill on the ice this year? My whole attitude changes when the first snow arrives. Everything is breathtakingly beautiful, and the best part of all, snow days!
The end. I hope you pictured PEACEFUL
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