Farm Morning

Walk in dew-soaked grass to the hen house.Lift the door latch.Chickens come squeakingOut to catch bugs in the morning shade.I chose a place in the sun,On the stump by the water pump.A smell of fresh turned earthAnd freshly mown grass meets me.I stop to break stalks of asparagus. Creamed soup for supper. 

Farm Morning

Walk in dew-soaked grass to the hen house.Lift the door latch.Chickens come squeakingOut to catch bugs in the morning shade.I chose a place in the sun,On the stump by the water pump.A smell of fresh turned earthAnd freshly mown grass meets me.I stop to break stalks of asparagus. Creamed soup for supper. 

Dear Dad,I remember that day at the fair when I was only five-years-old. I lost you and panicked and ran to catch up and grab your hand. Imagine my fright to realize I had chosen the wrong hand! I knew how your hand felt and knew I had erred. Soon I found you and the comfort of... Continue Reading →

Dear Dad,I remember that day at the fair when I was only five-years-old. I lost you and panicked and ran to catch up and grab your hand. Imagine my fright to realize I had chosen the wrong hand! I knew how your hand felt and knew I had erred. Soon I found you and the comfort of... Continue Reading →

A Baby Born

Dear Mama,This week I was the grandma. I rushed to Audra's house to keep the children while she gave birth to another little one. This time she was experiencing a slow labor with long gaps in the pain. The work was worrisome. The hours passed slowly. Eventually, the contractions picked up and soon my third... Continue Reading →

A Baby Born

Dear Mama,This week I was the grandma. I rushed to Audra's house to keep the children while she gave birth to another little one. This time she was experiencing a slow labor with long gaps in the pain. The work was worrisome. The hours passed slowly. Eventually, the contractions picked up and soon my third... Continue Reading →

The Hollis Table

Summer's here with the first hot weather visit  to Grandma's house complete with popsicles.  Sweet Emma Irene enjoyed this blueberry blue treat and finished with a tongue bluer than her eyes.

The Hollis Table

Summer's here with the first hot weather visit  to Grandma's house complete with popsicles.  Sweet Emma Irene enjoyed this blueberry blue treat and finished with a tongue bluer than her eyes.

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