Meadowlark up on the fenceWould you sing for fifty cents?I only sing for free, says he,For life is good and sweet to me.c e hollis My childhood was idyllic. It was sweet. I know because my mother sang. She sang in the kitchen when she cooked for her large family. She sang while she hung... Continue Reading →
"God is in every season generous, kind, good, and beautiful." c e hollis When winter sets in and the cold and drear keeps us in, the flowers of summer cheer me. Through the wonder of photography and the beauty of memory I can enjoy my summer flowers again and again. When the wind wuthers the... Continue Reading →
"There is nothing like the immensity of the sky to show us tiny humans our place in the universe or to show us our great worth in the heart of God."c e hollis Photo by Noah Silliman courtesy of nsplash.com I rode with Ron tonight out to feed the cows (I hope to become more... Continue Reading →
"As the years pass and the old must make way for the new so the aged begin to wilt and with their passing make way for the future generations." c.e.hollis I cannot pass a ruin. I cannot pass by an old abandoned farmhouse or church with unpainted steeple. I cannot see a listing barn––weathered and... Continue Reading →
"As a plant that grows and rests on its host so I depend on You, my God, Creator and host of the planet earth, for all of my life's needs."c.e. hollis Orchids are a winter flower. When the days are overcast, snow blown and cold here it is spring in the southern hemisphere and the... Continue Reading →
The sun setting over the water runs like a golden thread through the needle that sews the seasons into the quilt of the year. The days are shorter in the fall. Trees daily losing their leaves, flowers fading, grass turning brown. Soon all becomes brown and barren, looking and worse with all the junk and... Continue Reading →
Calving season, we check often for newbies born and needing any help. Each is ear-tagged and weighed.
"There is no return in an endeavor without first there is education and effort."c.e.hollis A Bushel of Reward––Pecans picked up by hand take some time but the work is rewarding. I enjoy sitting under a tree on a sunny but cool November day and filling baskets with the nuts. Pecan Honey Pie is a family... Continue Reading →
Read this stanza of a sweet flower poem I found in an old cookbook. God has been good to me, for I have smelled Night-blooming cereus on starlit hedges- And waxen-white gardenias, which swelled With fragrance, blossoming on window-ledges. From: God Has Been Good to Me By Frances Parkinson Keyes I have smelled a... Continue Reading →
