Description Piece

Try and use senses

As our car snailed down the long, gravely path to Great Aunt Edith's farmhouse abode, I noticed the red to green ombré colours of the leaves, which were rustling in the westward breeze. The mid-October mist was rolling in, slightly obstructing our view of the familiar house. Despite this, the sun's valiant effort to remain seen succeeded, and the odd ray beamed through the haze. The presence of Quinn - Edith's lone cow - was noticed as a combination of mooing and the smell of dung crowded our senses. The dew of early morning was still fresh on the jade coloured grass. The perpetual company of wildlife was comforting, in a way that you know that you are never alone. Drawing closer, the warm, homey scent of Edith's famous apple pie wafted into my willing nostrils. Once again I was surrounded by the rustic countryside, with only hedges to contain me. 

*Basically, I did this at the beginning of the year (September) and I had a picture to go with it, but I couldn't find it online, and can't take it out of my creative writing book and stick it here. So that's why you'll have to rely on my description! But can you imagine what kind of landscape I'm picturing? Yes or no? Let me know! Gods, I sound like a YouTuber*