"A good father will leave his imprint on his daughter for the rest of her life."James C. Dobson His HandsBy Elece HollisAs we harvested the grapes for jelly-makingI took photos of his hands;I wanted never to forget those hands,How they looked in my mind's eye.The photos shocked me—rocked meNever would I have thought those handsHad already... Continue Reading →
Summer 's EndWhat a sweet time is summer, with picnic-y fun,Lots of long days to bask in the sun,What a wonder the fresh foods we so much enjoyA treat for the each girl and for each smiling boy.What a great time for travel, for trips and vacations,Time to go visit our friends and relations.Summer's the... Continue Reading →
The Family Bouquet Nothing beats the surprise of a florist at the door with a beautiful bouquet. My sweet husband sent me a bouquet last week and it was an especially wonderful one. It was made up of roses of several colors: pink, white, and some pinks with white edges. It had a spray of... Continue Reading →
Sycamore leafFar flung from homeAlone now,Without your kin,Among strangers.Free at last, you roam.Caught, not by binding stemTo the home tree;Caught in a new placeLow in the lowly grasses.Sights are foreign.Life is crowded still.You fluttered before;Fought furiouslyFought free; But you didn't know How to fly.Come rest against The wall, the house, The garden gate'Till you find family again.
How many fruits have filled this bowl? How many tomatoes? How many applesWere peeled into it's curves?Golden honey-scented pears?How many green beans were servedWith new potatoes? Sliced sugary peaches?Ears of yellow corn? Savory vegetable soup?How many slices of cantaloupe? Blackberries?I wonder whose bowl it was before it was mine?Did she use it to mix a cakeBatter for... Continue Reading →
Preparing food for winterWinter? Really?Who believes in winterWhen it's so, so hot?I do. We do.We know God promisedSpring, summer, autumn, winterTo the end of time.Really!
A cup of morning coffee,Tea in the afternoon,Bright company Sweet fellowshipNo need of sugar to sweeten it.A word of friendship spoken,With a sip of neighborly. Come sit a while, Let's talk and be Closer for the camaraderie.
Surprise! Take my picture, Grandma. Little Grand-girl Madison Dance and twirl I can open it, Grandma! Taylor's pet turtlePretty dishes in the cupboardApples and tomatoes in a wooden dough bowl