Petunias and Hummingbirds on the Porch

Petunias are delicate and sweet, but considered by a grouchy person like me to be "flimsy." The petunias are not my personal choice, but what person doesn't like petunia's colors and their fluted shapes? I watched last week as a tiny hummingbird came and sipped from red and pink petunias in a hanging basket on... Continue Reading →

Amaryllis

Storms send us to the cellar. We take flashlights, candles, water. Tornado season is upon us. After the rain lets up, thunder and lightning recede, and wind dies down, we blow out our candles and head up the stairs to the house. We sit on the porch awhile happy that we've weathered another storm. The... Continue Reading →

Wildflowers

When a rose blooms for us, we fancy ourselves great gardeners yet we don't know even how a rose grows. c.e. hollis Wildflowers pop up in the grass of every meadow. They dance in the cool and wet spots. They flourish in the hot dry places as well. They spring up in the ditches along... Continue Reading →

Tulips

Tulips must have been the first of God's flowers. They hold his mark. c.e.hollis Sun shines on tulips and they open to the warmth of it. When the sun sets they close and rest. Each day the petals open wider in the sunlight until finally the petals hang backwards. Night comes and they don't close.... Continue Reading →

Water Garden

  If we had keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heartbeat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence. George Eliot   Water moves always and with it brings life. The water tumbling down... Continue Reading →

Dogwood Gardens

“If you have not heard the trees of the field clap their hands, do not think it is because they don't.” McClandish Phillips Walking in the gardens this week, I was thrilled to see the dogwoods blooming like mad. They are the prettiest things. The joy of them feeds your soul like food feeds the... Continue Reading →

Quiet Evening

An evening on the porch at the close of a summer day brings stillness and country-style quiet. There is no noise of trains or traffic, no sirens, or horns honking. I sit and listen. The wind has laid in the treetops, but I can hear the water running in the ditches toward the creek below... Continue Reading →

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