|Copyright 2009 Jack McConnell
Matt sits on the porch steps, watching the early summer traffic heading to the big houses on the south end of the island. Mid Hale sits inside crocheting a baby blanket for
a neighbor in The Colony. They speak through the screen door, which is covered tightly by a vine called Dutchman’s Pipe, which produces beautiful white, waxy, pipe-cleaner-shaped flowers in the spring. The vine is so overgrown, in fact, that Mildred cannot open the door to the porch.
“Mid,” her neighbors constantly complain. “Why don’t you cut that vine. We can’t see in.”
“No,” she replies with the wisdom of a ninety-year-old. “But I can see out.”