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 →
"When one pictures heaven, he sees a grand-maned lion and carefree innocent children running and playing in open sunlit meadows of sweet grasses among untold numbers of windblown wildflowers." c.e.hollis I cannot tell you what heaven will be like. Ideas of heaven are as varied as the flowers on the face of the planet. But... Continue Reading →
"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 →