"We make a little order where we are, and the big sweep of history on which we can have no effect doesn't overwhelm us. We do it with a garden, with the furnishings of a room, or with sounds and words. We make a little form, and we gain composure." Robert Frost I make my... Continue Reading →
Spring is Home –– Night Rain
"There is nothing like a spring thunderstorm with its crash and clamor to clear your soul and bring peace to your winter-weary heart." c e hollis This morning the world is misty and mysterious as the sun rises. Everything is damp and warm. The trees begin to tease us with the first pale greens of... Continue Reading →
Crabapple Spring
The beauty of spring––we don"t expect it. Every year we are amazed anew at the wonder. c. e. hollis Crabapple blooms remind me of the jelly Mama used to make of those small fruits, with no beauty like other apples, they we re the rejects, the outcasts, and yet they make wonderful tart and tangy... Continue Reading →