Warm Purple Field

we were then at our old nextdoor neighbor's house.
she was an old woman with white hair, her husband had already died.
the house was perfect and beautiful and simple.
the house faced a large upsloped plot of land
with a couple of magical trees and a field of purple iris' and wildflowers.
my sister and i stood in the middle of the field, just taking in
the beauty. the trees were covered in springtime leaves, with shades of green and red dancing in the sun.
on top of the hill there was one tree; old and without leaves.
there was a whole in the trunk, a perfect circle that allowed me to see through to the other side, a sky blue and pink.
i felt warm and at peace.