A Clothesline, Slip-N-Slide, and Carolina peaches
A soft, warm wind pulses through the laundry on our clothesline. Beach towels flap slow in the breeze. Summer fading. Three little boys with suds in their hair squeal down a long, yellow slide. Sun beats down. The thumping tail of August. Grandma worried about her lawn when my cousins and I would slip-n-slide. I try not to. Let the boys play themselves out. The slip-n-slide I’ll drag off the grass when the sun takes its turn and slides behind the house. I cut up peaches warm from the tree. Smile as I taste the fruit’s golden flesh. Grandpa would be proud. He loved that I loved his Carolina cling peaches. […]