's. The table has legs, which are etched with a floral design, each leg is like a small detailed sculpture done with extraordinary craftsmanship and care. The tabletop is smooth with three small cracks towards the left edge; there are a few small scratches from other everyday wear and tear suffered in the past one hundred years. The table smells like oak and reminds you of being out in the woods up in Wisconsin. One day this dining room table will be passed on to myself to use when I have my own family.In the summertime, when the windows are open, the sounds of summer linger in the air. It never seems to cease, every night around five o'clock the melodic drifting music of the ice cream truck can be heard, as it is almost done intentionally, tempting the children with dessert. You can hear the children playing, balls bouncing, and the lawnmowers running. The air smells of fresh cut grass, which is a distinct smell that you only come across certain parts of the year. The air is humid and hot and makes your body feel sweaty and warm. The yellow room is lit with a faint, candle like colored glow, which comes from the light fixture up above the table. This is not just any ordinary fixture, it is from my father's mother's first house. The fixture is made of green and red glass, which casts reddish and greenish light on to the yellow walls. On these walls there are two paintings, one behind my father, is a painting of a garden. This is a painting done by my mother, because she is an artist. This is one of her earliest paintings, so looking at it reminds me of how much her work has improved since I was a child. The other painting, behind my brother, is a painting she traded an artist friend of hers for a painting of hers. This picture illustrates a barn and a farm scene in Iowa. We always find it quite funny because it is hung crookedly on the wall and my mother swears it is perfectly fine.Sunday nights inside the dining room th...
