Amber Davis

Bio 1010
Observation Paper.
I sat outside of my grandparents on a chilly fall day. I sat in my lawn chair and watched
the birds fly in and out of the big crab apple tree and grapping what was left of the crab apples
before flying away back to their nest. The leaves have changed to a deep purple color, and with
each gust of wind the leaves would slowly fall to the earth. I watched as my dog pranced through
the leaves and could hear the rustling sound and her paws would drag though them l moving
them a few inches with each step.
My grandmas garden, which was once filled with lush greens and flowers, is now wilted
or dead. A few tomatoes were left on the plant and some squash was still left sitting in garden
waiting to be harvested. The flowers have shriveled up into dark crisp balls.
The air smelt of cold wet leaves and fresh cut grass from the neighbors filled the air. With
each gust of wind a new smell would blow past me and fill my nostrils. I quickly got use to the
different smells and they were no longer obvious but the unique ways the leaves would dance
took up my interest as well as the furry creatures that would occasionally run up the tree.