God speaks to us in the sky––the sunlit blue, the dark storm, summer, winter, night, and noon. His hand is there and His voice.c e hollis On a summer day the sky is blue––cumbered with billowy white clouds that move in a continual dance across the expanse. Birds wing their way across the sky and... Continue Reading →

Memories are for the soul. They free it to soar through time.C e hollis When I was a child in Michigan my dad owned a tree farm. On the north end he planted stands of hardwoods and on the south end Christmas trees. We helped with the planting sitting on a planter behind a tractor... Continue Reading →

To accomplish well a small everyday thing is never a small thing.c e hollis Here on the farm we love a big breakfast. Often we fry or scramble eggs. Cut up fresh fruit with yogurt. Occasionally we make waffles or pancakes. Sometimes we opt for omelets, French toast, or egg sausage burritos. One of our... Continue Reading →