Cactus Blossom

The Color White By Elece Hollis Spring is yellow forsythia and daffodils, red of tulips, hyacinth purple, white crocus, lilies and all shades of bright. Summer is every color under the sky-blue, it's every shade of green, white clover, and red roses a picket fence. Fall has crimson apples, sunflowers, leaves of orange, yellow, and... Continue Reading →

In the Winter of the Soul

"He who lives in hope dances without a fiddle."UnknownIn the winter of the soulReach from your cold room toward a windowReach toward a cracked doorReach forward, reach outside that roomTo a warm and sun-filled place beyond yourselfIn the winter of the soulReach—pull—climb out of the dark placesStretch to the light—to help—to hopeLook out, look up... Continue Reading →

Kansas

Like a wheel Of one of many covered Wagons whichOnce lined this old town's streetsBefore bricks paved themBefore substantial buildings Took up residence and Stores openedAlong themSnowfake Heralding ChristmasSnowflakeNever falling, never meltingSnowflakeSparkling blue at nightBlue starburstSnowflakeAbove a dusty Kansas streetHolding up the bold blueSky. 

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!

Snow Bell

The Noble SnowbellThe farm bell froze in place during the last winter storm. Ice coated the pull rope and snow formed a dome on the housing. Icicles hung from the rim. The bell would not ring.The grandchildren love our farm bell. We let them have a chance to sound it to call Grandpa in from... Continue Reading →

Snow Bell

The Noble SnowbellThe farm bell froze in place during the last winter storm. Ice coated the pull rope and snow formed a dome on the housing. Icicles hung from the rim. The bell would not ring.The grandchildren love our farm bell. We let them have a chance to sound it to call Grandpa in from... Continue Reading →

A Snow Job

           The world turned white on Christmas Eve when a blizzard hit Oklahoma. We woke Christmas morning to a few inches of white laid like a blanket over the farm. Everything brown and dead was covered with clean, bright snow that made the farm into a pristine wonderland.Noone went out, except to the barn to give some... Continue Reading →

Daddy Cooked Tapioca

When I was growing up in a large family, Mama was often busy with the little ones' bedtime routines in the evenings, so Daddy would cook for us older ones if we wanted a meal or snack late at night. One of his favorite projects was tapioca pudding.Sometimes he cooked  tapioca after church on Sunday night. It... Continue Reading →

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