Favorite Things––Things I Love

The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings. Robert Lewis Stevenson   Roses. I love the shapes, the colors, the scent, the fragility, and the variety of roses.I love wildflowers blooming beside the road and flags flapping in the breeze. I love water... Continue Reading →

Blazing Stars Wildflower of the Prairies

Summer on the prairies is a continual feast of beauty. c.e.hollis July finds us half way through our summer season in Oklahoma. The prairies are roaring with life. Grasses are shoulder high and in them bees buzz and bumble from flower to flower. There are birds in the mix and butterflies everywhere. Wasps, cicadas, and... Continue Reading →

Window

What can you see through this window? What kind of room? What sort of place? What people? Who is there? Who once was here? Whose idea was this diamond-shaped window? What reason? Who knows? Who goes there? Strange questions keep me awake some nights. Write me an answer on your walls, House, On your boards... Continue Reading →

Crabapple Spring

The beauty of spring––we don"t expect it. Every year we are amazed anew at the wonder. c. e. hollis Crabapple blooms remind me of the jelly Mama used to make of those small fruits, with no beauty like other apples, they we re the rejects, the outcasts, and yet they make wonderful tart and tangy... Continue Reading →

Roses for Today and Tomorrow

  There were no roses today––only hyacinths and a few daffodils. I have worked on my spring flowerbeds. I found my white rose bush in the back flowerbeds, my luscious yellow rose bush, and the red/black velvet––a very old bush planted before I moved to the farm 21 years ago––have all died. I will miss... Continue Reading →

Soul Food Flowers

"Sometimes when you're in a dark place, you think you've been buried, but actually you've been planted. " Lyli Dunbar I planted a lily today. I planted an ugly bulb with dirt clinging to its roots. I dug six inches, spread the roots there in the hole, and turned it point up before I buried... Continue Reading →

Winter: Made in Summer

Tomatoes, still bubbling hot in their jars, cool on the a checkered dishtowel. The red is a sight to excite the eyes in the hot dragging days of late summer. I love canning. It gives a sense of accomplishment––lifting the jars from the boiling water and setting them to cool. I know they will make... Continue Reading →

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