Azalea Gardens in Muskogee, Oklahoma

One April morning in Muskogee those azaleas begin to burst open. Everyone has been waiting.Horse drawn carriages carry the park visitors  around to see the park set on the hills west of town.Horses are one of the many happy sights.Ducks and geese are another!Friends stop to rest on one of the docks that surround the... Continue Reading →

Riding Ranger and Whitey

Brenna rode the white horse home to visit us for the summer. She had a great time learning to ride and only fell off once! Mr. Brian Leist, our neighbor to the south, rode Ranger. He supplied the saddle, tack ,and riding instruction. The horse is now grazing in with Lilly and Shasta. The horse... Continue Reading →

Riding Ranger and Whitey

Brenna rode the white horse home to visit us for the summer. She had a great time learning to ride and only fell off once! Mr. Brian Leist, our neighbor to the south, rode Ranger. He supplied the saddle, tack ,and riding instruction. The horse is now grazing in with Lilly and Shasta. The horse... Continue Reading →

Announcing Spring!

Like the ruffled skirts of Texas square dancers—the petals of the daffodils stand out and unfurl to wave spring under our hungry noses—to wave yellow—from creamery butter yellow, to pastel Easter egg yellow, to lemon pie custard yellow, to egg yolk.The flower trumpets—some slender and waxy—some wide and fluted—others round and short blare out to... Continue Reading →

Announcing Spring!

Like the ruffled skirts of Texas square dancers—the petals of the daffodils stand out and unfurl to wave spring under our hungry noses—to wave yellow—from creamery butter yellow, to pastel Easter egg yellow, to lemon pie custard yellow, to egg yolk. The flower trumpets—some slender and waxy—some wide and fluted—others round and short blare out... Continue Reading →

Dear God,Thanks for the sounds of today. A hawk is calling as he soars across the orchard. I love to hear the birds, the meadowlarks perched on the barbed wire fence, the hawks wheeling, the chattering of the songbirds, the ka-plink, ka-plink, ka-plunk of the cowbirds (like berries landing in Sal's mother's bucket), the cooing of doves, the... Continue Reading →

Dear God,Thanks for the sounds of today. A hawk is calling as he soars across the orchard. I love to hear the birds, the meadowlarks perched on the barbed wire fence, the hawks wheeling, the chattering of the songbirds, the ka-plink, ka-plink, ka-plunk of the cowbirds (like berries landing in Sal's mother's bucket), the cooing of doves, the... Continue Reading →

Spring is Almost Here

Spring in the MeadowBy Elece HollisThe treetops show a palest green.The iris fronds point straight and clean.The daffodils nod in betweenThe earth and sky.The air above is slate-grey blue;It shines with very different hueThan golden warm when robins flewSouth in the fall.The grass appears about to burstForth from the ground whose long cold thirstIs sated... Continue Reading →

Spring is Almost Here

Spring in the MeadowBy Elece HollisThe treetops show a palest green.The iris fronds point straight and clean.The daffodils nod in betweenThe earth and sky.The air above is slate-grey blue;It shines with very different hueThan golden warm when robins flewSouth in the fall.The grass appears about to burstForth from the ground whose long cold thirstIs sated... Continue Reading →

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