“On colored wing no bigger than a scrap of fabric the butterfly brings beauty and wonder to the earth.”c e hollis In the garden I find fragile butterflies with torn, summer--worn wings. They are busy as ever. I see them in the shrubbery, in the trees around the house, in the dry and dying garden,... Continue Reading →
“Books are the terra firma of oral storytelling. They are the rooted trunks of letters, journals, diaries, and keepsake boxes. They are the depositories of history and legend. They are keepers of the records.” c e hollis Libraries closed during the Covid epidemic. It was a hardship for book lovers. Yet, while living on a... Continue Reading →
When winter comes to this Oklahoma farm and ranch land, we harvest our pecans, and tend our small herd of cows, feeding them on hay we cut and baled in the summer. We pasture them on winter grasses and alfalfa hay. Fence building and mending and pasture work goes on here all year long. The... Continue Reading →
