photo by torkhum.

The alarm buzzed exactly at 730am. As it does everyday. But this time I was not expecting to get up that early. I like to sleep in on the weekends -the clock is not set to go off on Saturdays.

I wanted to push the snooze button and go back to sleep, but the grinding noise coming from outside attracted my half-attended sleepy hears. I pushed myself off the be and followed the noise like Sylvester does the Tweedy. It was coming from outside of the house. I opened the front door and noticed my dad was cutting down some tree branches and brushes that were dried up and dead during the winter.

“come and take these to the dumpster.” he said pointing to the pile of broken brushed on the ground. Without answering I walked back inside the house and followed my daily routine of going to the restroom to wash up -except the grinding noise part. I slept in my shoes and walked back outside to follow the orders given by my dad. I walked around the yard and gathered all the torn down woods, branches and brushed into a big pile. The electric saw was still chopping away tree branches. I took as much of the trash as i could wrap my hands around to and took them to the trash can located behind our house.

“We need to buy some trees to plant here,” I heard my dad say as I walked around the corner, “we have plenty of space.” He pointed out to an empty spot on the ground. That meant I had to go back in the house and find the shovel and some other digging tools to prepare the ground for a tree or two. I walked back inside and poured myself a glass of orange juice on my way to the garage. I have always opened the fridge door whenever I pass it.