A Thousand Voices

Earth with her thousand voices, praises God. Samuel Taylor ColeridgeOh beautiful sweet scented rosesUnfurling after a rain,At the first glimpse of overdue sunshine,At the soft breathe of God on the wind.Your petals, white as summer clouds,With freckles of pink-pinpoint-pearledYou lift to dance and sing the praisesOf the artist who paints our world. ©2014 Elece Hollis  Find a copy... Continue Reading →

Meeting Morning

Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning.Psalm 30:5A garden plot's a healing spot. I know the feel of sodWas my mother's way to say, "I've touched a bit of God." June Masters BacherAs the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common everyday blessings of our common everyday... Continue Reading →

Cantaloupe

CantaloupeMusky bouquet of garden,Smell of fresh-turned soil,Fragrance of spring rain,Whiff of orange and yellow butterflies,Perfume of a gardener's prayers,Scent of sunshine,Essence of heat.Stop and smell a cantaloupe.It is summer.

Tomatoes

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!

My Fairy Garden

 I heard fairy gardens are very popular this year. "What's a fairy garden," I asked? They are, or so I hear, large container gardens decorated with tiny lawn furniture and trinkets, small plants and vines, As a place where the tiny creatures might like to hang out on summer nights. Being an essentially hospitable person, I decided to make a... Continue Reading →

My Fairy Garden

 I heard fairy gardens are very popular this year. "What's a fairy garden," I asked? They are, or so I hear, large container gardens decorated with tiny lawn furniture and trinkets, small plants and vines, As a place where the tiny creatures might like to hang out on summer nights. Being an essentially hospitable person, I decided to make a... Continue Reading →

Who am I?

What people say: My young son says I am a terrible driver.My older son says I am a great cook.My teenage daughter says I am a know-nothing.My grown daughter says I am a genius.My husband says I am a treasure. My mama says I am a brave heart.My dad says I am a good praline maker. My grandson... Continue Reading →

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