Grandma keeps all the best of little candies, the small ones with color and stripes. They are wrapped in various dishes of glass, they set about the room like tiny temptations that do their best to try and crawl from the tiny captive homes, and pinch the ends of my fingers to make them disappear.
Outside, in the dirt and grass of a typical day, the candies of the morning are displayed with the feeling, of the same temptations, only they are of colors so clear and clean and beautiful that they must of been heavenly made. The orange-like color is a human definition, not the one described by the plant, and the pink, pinkish, reddish colors are complimented by the deep green that holds them toward the sky.
Grandma’s House. Where the pretty of the day cannot be beat.
Ralph E Peck
Photos by Ralph Peck
Home of Geraldine Peck, Mustang Oklahoma
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