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 →