They grew in a sea of green at the base of the large lilac bushes. Their colors varied from white to yellow and burgundy rust, but there was one color that stood our more. It wore deep purple and matching light blue.
Each with strikes of golden yellow, paraded with the wind down a long row. Their sides were edged handsomely by a carpet made of crab, weeds, and soft blue-green prairie grass. Their guards were a stand of Chinese elm trees who stood with open arms. Each spread to grace the sky above and provide solace and comfort with shade below. All this crept to the other side, the side with the cool spot resting upon crumbling steps. Steps too old that reached down to a hot sidewalk, cracked and worn led on.
All pointed to a dusty dirt road with no end and the world beyond, but all stopped in unison - by a faded white picket fence.
Ness County - 1958, age 5 - a childhood memory. Original oil painting sold in 2018. Prints are available. I prefer non-glare glass.