God passes through the thicket of the world,and wherever his glance falls he turns all things to beauty.  St. John of the CrossMonday morning By EleceMonday morning and the sky is overcast after three lovely sun-filled days––like a semi-colon in spring. I suppose that the spring has passed and we are in early summer, but I love... Continue Reading →

Evening Falls Sweetly By Elece Hollis The sun is sinking and the clouds are bottom rimmed with gold. Two geese fly honking overhead to settle on the farm pond for the evening. A mockingbird runs through his whole repertoire. Bees buzz in the clover. The air smells of wild onion, cut grass, and wild garlic.... Continue Reading →