Descriptive Essay on My Backyard
At first glance, our backyard looks similar to any other backyard in the vicinity. Slanted at about a 30-degree angle, it is fenced off with aging wood, a deck desperately in need of some form of use, a playground we have long since outgrown, and the woods looming just outside. On a quiet day, the flowing stream splashing on the rocks is barely audible, and on rainy days, the water level rises high, as to compensate for being a tame presence on clear, sunny days. Yet, it had one thing that separated it from all the other backyards. It was the location of many childhood memories.
When we moved into this house, part of the reason we chose to move here was because of the spacious backyard. Once the contract was finalized and we started moving in, pretty much the first thing my brother and I did was go outside and run around for minutes. Exhausted, we horsed around on the playground for a few minutes before heading inside again. Over the years, rain or shine, we would go outside and play whatever, whether it was lacrosse or tag or a snowball fight. Sometimes, we even have cookouts at our grill on the deck, and while we wait for the food to cook, we horse around in the spacious backyard. Now, we are busier, so we are unable to get out and enjoy the freedom of the backyard as much as we used to, but we still go out from time to time when we can.
As spring comes, the trees and flowers floom, and the vegetables finally start popping out of the soil, like groundhogs poking their head out of their burrows. Pollen swarms around the air and lands on anything it can find, leaving me to suffer never ending sneezes and a red nose from blowing it just a bit too much. In the summer, swarms of bugs come out from seemingly nowhere, and the worst part is that I seem to be a bug magnet. Every single time I go outside I come back covered with red bites and days later I still felt the need to scratch at them. In the fall, it is nice and cool, with colorful leaves flying around and making a satisfying crunch! when something falls or steps on it. Almost everything’s good about the backyard in the fall, except the allergies return, and I have to suffer through a few more months of pollen torture. Three months and many tissue boxes later, winter comes, and if we are lucky, we will get a bit of snow in our region, and we can make do with the little snow we get. If we are unlucky and it’s a snowless winter, the backyard becomes deserted, with no real reason to go outside in freezing weather.
In the back corner of our backyard, we have our sports-related items. We have two lacrosse goals, and a rusted old soccer goal. We have had the soccer goal since before we moved, and now that it is barely used, it is covered in splotches of brown rust and strings of invisible cobwebs. One of the lacrosse goals was given to us by the neighbors, and we could definitely see the wear, with the shot stopper barely being held up by tearing pieces of string. Within a few weeks, part of it started collapsing, and we did not bother trying to fix it, because we knew it would just collapse again in a matter of a few weeks. Over time, it just started to rip more and more, until now, where it is literally hanging on by a thread. The net only has around half of the net left, and when I have to use the radar gun to measure my brother’s shot speed, the gaping holes make me fear for my life. Our other lacrosse goal is in somewhat better condition, with no paint chipped from the posts, and considerably more of the netting remains intact.
On the outside, our backyard may look like any other plain backyard. But look a little bit deeper, and you will see why it is unique…
