Discriptive Essay

Descriptive Essay

My grandfather Chuck was a great man, also one of the most influential men in my life. He spent 30 years serving his country and the rest of it serving his community. He taught me responsibility and self-reliance.

He was not a large man. At only 5’8” with a small to medium build. But he was larger than life and had full head of gray hair. His skin was leathery and covered in scares and bruises, from the many years of working his garden in the scorching New Mexico sun. He was never a man of many words, and I never saw him show any type of emotion. Come to think of it, the only time I can remember him telling me “I love you” was on the day of my wedding.

He was very proud of his garden. He grew everything from fine and rare flowers to fruits and vegetables. I remember driving up to the house when I was a kid. As soon as you opened the door you were overwhelmed with the various aromas of the many flowers he was growing. When you entered the house, the smell or fresh cut roses or popery would smack you in the face. His fruit and vegetable garden was nothing short of amazing. No matter what condition’s the plant needed, he provided it. He built greenhouses and cold houses and anything else he needed to grow the fruits and vegetables he wanted. I remember dragging what seemed like thousands of feet of hoses to water everything he had growing. We would spend most of the day watering, weeding, pruning, picking and planting. When it came time to start working on dinner, I would walk into the greenhouse and pick the vegetables for dinner and the fruits for desert.

When we weren’t working in the garden or reaping its benefits, we would go on hikes. Behind his house, there were mountains that were full of caves. Some of those caves ran for miles. This is where he taught me how to “read nature” as he called it. He spent countless hours teaching me how to interrupt what my many scenes were telling me. He taught me things like, the...