I look over to my right and see one of the red brick walls. That is the last thing the sun hits before setting in my backyard. Above the wall is our neighbor’s tall tree. New and bright green leaves grow on the tree, since spring is here. It looks beautiful as the sun hits all the leaves and makes them glossy. I still see some yellow and red leaves that have fallen on the grass. I will probably rake those later. As I walk down a bit more I see the little orange tree we just panted. It’s meant to stay dwarf size. New bright oranges are growing from the branches of the tree. Hopefully they ripen enough to eat them soon enough. The smell of oranges makes me want to peel it and eat it then. I found comfort next to the tree so I lay there in its little shaded area and began to hear everything around me.
Hearing dogs bark to each other off in the distance, someone mowing their lawn a couple backyards over. A lot of bird chirping going on and insects buzzing around. Makes me wonder what all the chit chatter is about. It felt like a summer day instead of spring. The hot sun hitting my legs and arms it felt at least 80 degrees out. Yet the pool hadn’t warmed up enough to actually go into. Walking over to the patio table I sat and started writing my ethnography the table a little too dusty for my taste and apparently for my nose as well since I kept sneezing and pollen was in the air.
Sitting out here I my backyard makes me feel like I have my own little sanctuary. The water of the pool, the sun shining of it makes you feel like you’re at the beach. The sun reflecting of the wall gives light to the entire backyard. The orange tree in the corner still growing. The old yellow slide reminding me of my childhood. Being out here makes me feel at peace.
Celeste Restrepo is a freshman at California State University Northridge. Majoring in Biology to become a surgeon.