Just some Trees

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.