What do you see in this picture?
Pine trees. Power lines. A road.
A driveway to nowhere.
But that's not what I see......
I see an old white farm house. A chicken yard. A wiggler bed.
I see a scuplin vine, blackberry bushes. Peach trees that made small, sweet peaches. Plum trees. A huge pear tree that dropped more pears than you could keep up with.
China berry trees. A chestnut tree. Don't step on one bare foot!
I see Sundays. Daddy propped up by the back screen door while granny fried chicken.
I see a tv on a rolling stand, turned around to the dining room at 11 so granny can watch her stories (and papa too).
I see papa in his chair, feet propped up on the gas heater. Granny on the porch trying to talk over the traffic zooming by on 52.
I see lights on late at night, but granny's been asleep in the chair for hours.
And I can taste things. Like pound cake baked with the perfect amount of gooey dough left on top. Sweet potato pie. And even a boxed yellow cake mix baked in a sheet pan that some how is the best one ever made.
I see broom swept yards without a single blade of grass. And then that same yard; hours of grass cutting going into it.
Doors, framed much smaller than we would frame them now. Top of the frame somewhere about 5 and a half feet. Maybe 2 and a half feet wide.
I see my 6'3", 250 pound dad somehow carrying my papa like a baby through that doorway because papa was took weak to get himself out to go to the emergency room.
And even now, I expect to come up the hill and see the lights from the old farm house when I go toward Slocomb at night. But those lights haven't been on in 15 years.
But you're probably right.
Those are just some trees.
