"How bountifully God deals to us the wonderfulgoodness from the earth."c.e. hollisPeaches The simplest of foods we tend to take for granted and forget how He cares for us each day.
"The farmer is in God's happy place when he is working in the fields, the vineyards, the orchards, and the pastures." c.e.hollis The earth at summer's end and autumn's coming has a sweetness––warm and lingering. It has been planted, watered, weeded, and watch-dogged. It waits for the farmer to harvest. Fruit trees and pecan... Continue Reading →
"Prairie is a word that calls out to me. It is grass and wildflowers, crops, cattle grazing and hawks circling in the blue. Oceanic––filled to the brim with life, light, and undulating wind-stirred waves." c.e. hollis An early morning foggy pasture with a single tree. It is quiet and full of sound at the same... Continue Reading →
"Sunlight stored up, soaked up by the surface of the fields and meadows must find its way back to the wide wonderful sky. So at the end of summer the yellow, orange, and bits of gold burst from buds and reach for the heavens." c.e.hollis Along the dusty roads bold splashes of yellow like bundles... Continue Reading →
For every beast of the forest is Mine, The cattle on a thousand hills. I know every bird of the mountains, And everything that moves in the field is mine. If I were hungry I would not tell you, For the world is Mine, and all it contains. Psalm 50:10 The sky is clear and... Continue Reading →
While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease. Genesis 8:22 Summer is almost over and soon the leaves will fall, the garden will suffer frost, and the super-heated days will be forgotten. We all love summer, but there are things to relish in every... Continue Reading →
One hot dusty afternoon, August 9, 1927, in Payson, Oklahoma, a baby girl was born and the world became a sweeter place. Her mother, Monte Michael, named the child Freda, after her daddy, Fred Michael a grocer who was respected and loved by many friends and neighbors in the tiny rural town of Tribbey, Oklahoma.... Continue Reading →
The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings. Robert Lewis Stevenson Roses. I love the shapes, the colors, the scent, the fragility, and the variety of roses.I love wildflowers blooming beside the road and flags flapping in the breeze. I love water... Continue Reading →