I Spy With My Little Eye

I have been living in the same house since the day I was literally born, and to this day I cannot exactly tell someone what is in my backyard or what even goes on in my backyard, especially during the night. What my backyard has in store for me can be mesmermizing, but for now, this is what my eyes can see.

Through coloring books and "Charlie Brown's Thanksgiving" I was taught the leaves on a tree begin to fall and change into a variety of orange, brown, and yellow colored leaves when autumn strikes, but never have I taken the time to witness the transformation for myself.




Michelle Santos's photo

When fall is in season my backyard becomes and ocean of colored leaves, but I never really noticed if the leaves came from my own tree. My tree is about 15 feet tall and the virbrant green, thumb-sized leaves still latch onto its branches. With just a closer look I'm begining to think that the fallen leaves come from my neighbor's towering tree, whose leaves are almost the size of my hand and have already begun to have a color change of yellow. I wonder if the size of leaves have anything to do with the color change? Or maybe there are certain trees that don't undergo the changes of fall at all? I plan on observing my neighbor's tree and my own at the same time to help answer my questions.

The damn cricket. There's a damn cricket in my backyard that always begins to chirp around 7:30 P.M. I am so intrigued by this cricket because it creates Night's symphony, but the cricket is no where to be seen. The cricket is like an author of a beautiful writing piece, but the authors demands to be unknown, while people frantically desire to know who the author is. I am determined to meet the creator of Night's symphony and write about its hidden features.

One of my favorite pieces of my backyard is my fragile, but strong rose garden. " Exactly 5 roses holding onto the thin thread of life. From the time they were bloomed until now, I've noticed that they've shrunk, wbich would make sense, since their petals have wrinkled up. Crazy how they're so similar to humans." Field notes, 9/16