After the Rain at Grammaw’s House

Grammaw’s house in the mountains was a place of peace and joy. I can still smell the warm biscuits and chess pies that she kept in the warming oven atop the old woodfired kitchen stove.

As a little girl, I loved to watch storms brewing in the west from a little cot by my bedroom window. I imagined painting the rich, fresh colors of green that appeared after the rain.

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