My House

"Home is a house filled with love, groomed with care, and lived in with a mixture of laughter and tears." c. e. hollis   My home is a house, an old farmhouse, but well-loved. My home has seen hardship, excitement, grief, celebration, death, life, illness, health, depression, and exuberance––the sweets and sours of life's experiences... Continue Reading →

A Little Order

"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 →

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