Trumpet Vine

  The Trumpet Vine climbs on fence and posts. It climbs on the telephone poles. It dresses the whole in a cascade of green accented with its orange blooms. Bees hover near, but only certain bugs and birds have an avantage. The ruby-throat loves the trumpet vines and so do I. When I haven't filled... Continue Reading →

Late Summer Dancers

"There is no place like a meadow to walk your soul to peace." c. e. hollis Under the blue of an Oklahoma sky, I walk in the overgrown grasses and the wildflowers. Here I find joy in the colors of the earth and in the sound of wind rustling the grass mixed with bird and... Continue Reading →

Winter: Made in Summer

Tomatoes, still bubbling hot in their jars, cool on the a checkered dishtowel. The red is a sight to excite the eyes in the hot dragging days of late summer. I love canning. It gives a sense of accomplishment––lifting the jars from the boiling water and setting them to cool. I know they will make... Continue Reading →

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