feeling of home

The location of my grandparents’ farm is very relaxing for me. As I lay on my bed I started to reminisce about how the farm used to look. The farm was distant from all the noise almost as if deserted from society. It was not a fancy house but everything that surrounded it contributes to that special feeling of home. Every summer when I would visit I remembered that it had a tall burgundy fence around it and a very long path to get to the main house. When I would arrive at the farm, I knew that it was special the smell was something unexplainable and unordinary it is definitely nothing like California. It had a mixture of fresh non polluted air, the smell of pigs and cow manure with a little of the smell of crops my grandpa would grow. My grandparents would receive me with a warming hug and my nice hot meal. As the clock would hit four a.m., I could clearly listen as the roosters sang and the bright warming sun would shine throw my window and strike my eyes. After, I would wake up and would run towards my grandpa’s cotton field, in hale a long breathe of fresh air and just absorbed the sunny day. As I admired the view I was able to see miles and miles of green and brown fields, two red big tractors on the far end of the barn, a chicken coop, most of my grandpa’s animals and on the other side of the house was a small canal. Later that day while I was resting against a lemon tree I could hear my grandpa calling out my name from the barn; he wanted me to help him put the last horse away. When I finished, the bright shinny sun went down and the sky blackened the moon almost shine as bright as a sun illuminating a path from the barn to the house. While we walk down the path there was only silence around us, but it was very relaxing. Almost quiet comforting. I looked up to the sky and saw the stars. They sparkled brighter than usual. Felt like I could jump up and just reach out for one. Everything about my grandparents’ farm is warm and comforting place. It all felt like