Butterflies in September Gardens

“On colored wing no bigger than a scrap of fabric the butterfly brings beauty and wonder to the earth.”c e hollis In the garden I find fragile butterflies with torn, summer--worn wings. They are busy as ever. I see them in the shrubbery, in the trees around the house, in the dry and dying garden,... Continue Reading →

Grandma’s Desk

“There is something wonderful about a desk where words have been set down and worked. Yes, something beautiful!”c e hollis This old desk is mine now. It has been in my parent's home since I can remember. It was grandmother Cleo's desk before that. Cleo Robinson Brink was the grandmother I am named after. I... Continue Reading →

Reds of Summer

“When summer wans, its sun still warms our hearts and feeds our souls. ”c e hollis Tomatoes fresh from my garden or from Farmer's market are sliced on a plate with every supper. many go into jars and they line the pantry shelves where they will make great stews and soups and spaghetti sauce. A... Continue Reading →

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