We have two native peach trees near our front gate. Each spring we see their pink blossoms and look forward to the fruit that will grow out of them. Visions of peach cobbler dance in our head.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Future Tense
This is the house just a few doors down from me, at the end of the street. I look at it and imagine it as the home it once was. Kids playing hide and seek. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes and biscuits for Sunday supper after church. Who lived here when TV was invented and we sent astronauts to the moon? If the walls could talk, they would tell stories of children giggling and then the bittersweetness of their growing up and moving away.
I imagine the children as grandparents now, deciding to drive by at the last minute, on a trip between Phoenix and New Orleans, maybe. It’s not really on the way, but it’s as close as they’ll ever be in the foreseeable future, they tell themselves. And when they see it, what do they remember …?
Weekly Photo Challenge: My Neighborhood