It all makes sense when the day of the week is noted when looking at something. “What a beautiful baby” someone says in a moment of rushed excitement, and the Mother replies
“Oh yes he came on Saturday, in the early hours” setting the time and the date.
“Look at this snow! It is an awful bunch” he says while looking at his walk and a snow shovel hanging on the wall, “it will break up Wednesday, making more work than I already had.”
Sitting on the porches ground, tied in by 3x3 wooden rails up the brief steps of two, between the green trees on either side, and to the first story you’ll find, Sunday dinner, all full in the bowls on the table, chicken fried so brown and clean, looking for the mouths and people who want it, to see and be a part of the delightful scene, this old house, bring Sunday together again.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Amy Hedges
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