Descriptive Essay: The Sweet Scent Of Gibson County

Where I come from, the vast land stretches on for miles, filled with dancing corn and wheat fields. Turn one direction and look at the clouds of dust rising off the gravel road, then turn the other way, that's about all there is to see here. A town of two stop lights. As you are driving, don’t blink, you may miss this little place. Some people may say there isn’t much to miss anyway, but I’d beg to differ. This is the place where I met and grew up with lifelong friends.
Walking down the street you would recognize about every friendly face to be your neighbor. It’s an “everyone knows everyone” type of setting. Everyday you see the same people, same time, going about their usual routine. Parents, knee deep in places they have to run their children, children driving their parents off the walls, all the usual.
After stepping outside, the scent of freshly cut fields or the ‘wonderful’ scent of animals, will overpower you. Barbeques and weenie roasts are a usual summer to fall scent. The sweet scent of Gibson County follows you wherever you go.

Popsicles not even lasting a minute before it turns to a sloppy puddle on the ground. Summer is soon followed by breezy autumn. A time when sports take over the county. The ‘most important of all’ football. Fall means football season, and in this small town, football games are what people live for. A time for everyone to show their school pride. Winter is a relaxing time when the county stops and relaxes. Not many sports, just piles of snow, and school cancellations. Kids get as excited for cancellations as a toddler getting a cookie. When the soft snows lays like a blanket on the earth, you can see many kids tumbling down hills, hurling snowballs, and building a family of snowmen. Spring brings the aroma of blooming flowers, bright colored skies, and the excitement of an ending school