“What a face tells you in grief or pain is as genuine as what it speaks in joy; yet the happy expressions of fun and laughter and love are the ones we choose to remember.”c e hollis Here's a beloved and familiar face on Holliswood Farm. This is Brenna. She is a horse trainer and... Continue Reading →
On the Way to the Mailbox
The mailbox stands attached to a post anchored in an old tire rim. That's authentic country, right? As I walked out to the road to fetch the mail, I saw small white and yellow butterflies performing acrobatics above mud puddles. So much rain had soaked the ground but things were finally drying out. Bright orange... Continue Reading →
Sounds of Country––Sights for Sore Ears
“At the end of another awesome performance, the trees took a bough.”c e hollis Almost imperceptible on a warm morning in mid June. I listen with my eyes. It is a silky sound—a sweet and satiny sound like ribbons slipping in a girl's hair or a careful finger touching the last ivory key of a... Continue Reading →