“From palest pinks and yellows to deepest reds and purples God enbues all the world with color to delight our eyes, to show His wonder and His glory and to say He cares.” The iris raise stems like arrows from their green sword leaves. The buds are arrowheads of color. Like the pointy tips of... Continue Reading →
I give you a story from my book Life With Mama which I am remembering this mother's Day. I wish Mama was still alive so I could tell her how much we all love her, but this year I will share about her with this story called Family Table.I hope you enjoy it. See the... Continue Reading →
“When God decided to make a rose He must have been thinking of you.” Roses are my favorites. Even though there is Foxglove and Fushia and even though there are Chrysanthemums and Marigolds. Even though there is Lavender, and Lantana, and Lily of the Valley. Even though the mountains sprout Lupine and pools float Lotus... Continue Reading →
“ As spring adds its colors to the palest green of unfurling baby leaves, our hearts leap with joy and our souls feast.”c e hollis The gardens in Muskogee are a wonderful sight and we wait each spring and pray against late frost. The dogwood and magnolias, the cherry trees and crabapple bloom first. The... Continue Reading →
“The most ordinary and least ornate of trees is vast proof of the existence and creative work of God. How much more the magnificent magnolia?”c e hollis The pink buds like buttons form on each new branch and twig. They reach straight up to find the sun in the cold air above. Every clear day... Continue Reading →
“Because you have not heard the trees clap their hands does not mean that they don't.”McClandish Phillips Not only do they clap, but they speak and they have more to say than you might believe. On a warm spring afternoon, I drove to where I knew the dogwoods grew profusely. I was not disappointed. The... Continue Reading →
“Did seasons change only when humans dictated, only when mankind in his knowledge, wisdom, and limited power provided; the earth would long since have failed to function.” c e hollis Yes, spring has come anyway. I am glad to be on the farm where I can watch her arrival with redbud blossoms, daffodils, greening grass... Continue Reading →
“ Fog comes and wraps the trees with a baby’s soft white blanket. God swaddles the earth in hope.” Fog rises from the creek bed. It lifts off the farm ponds and creeps across the terra firma. It blankets the garden plot, hides fences, and camouflages the line of farm equipment parked along the north... Continue Reading →
“Sometimes all a winter-worn heart needs is the tiniest bud of a flower to hear the entire symphony of springtime break forth.”c e hollis I saw on the redbud outside my bedroom window a faint glimmer. Yes, I saw a dusty shimmer almost gray, almost dusty rose—a mildest pink tinge running along the branches. Maybe... Continue Reading →
