Describe a Place

A day in Cumming, Georgia

Out of all the places I've lived, my favorite has by far been in Cumming, Georgia. Cumming is a small town filled with delicious food, friendly neighbors, and gorgeous weather.

Saturday was by far the best day of the week. I would wake up to the smell of crisp waffles, fresh strawberries, and pure maple syrup. After breakfast I'd invite all the neighbors over, from overly sensitive Sheridon to highly energetic Emily. We would play in my backyard for hours on end, until we were pink in the face and sweat rolled down our foreheads.

First, we picked buckets of berries from the plethora of blackberry bushes in my yard. One for the bucket, one for our mouths- even the sour red ones that weren't ripe yet. Once we picked enough, we would give the bucket to my mom for her to start on the cobbler.

Next, we played on the swing set until our hands were throbbing and blisters were forming. That's when we switched to the trampoline. The springs squeaked with each jump we took, and we flew higher and higher until we felt on top of the world.

In the fall, we raked the red, orange, and yellow leaves into a pile up to our heads. We ran up the wooden stairs of my porch holding hands, and jumped off only to be embraced by the crisp, crunchy, crumpling leaves. Then we'd do it all over again.

I'll never forget the honeysuckle trees in the south. We risked getting stung by the buzzing bumble bees in hopes of tasting the sweet honey from each flower.

Finally, the oven would beep and my mom would call out that the cobbler was ready. We ran to the door, the cool breeze hitting our cheeks. As we stepped inside, a warm gust of air immediately heated us up. I run to the freezer, take out the carton of vanilla bean ice cream, and add it to our bowls of blackberry cobbler. Sweet and sour.

We would continue to play outside for a few more hours, until we could hear the neighbors calling for their daughters to come back home and eat dinner with their family. I would eat dinner with mine, usually Grandma's famous spaghetti and meatballs and another serving of cobbler and ice cream. After my shower I would crash in bed, worn out from the day. Saturdays were the best.