Swimmin'Oh! the old swimmin'- hole! whare the creek so still and deep Looked like a baby-river that is laying half asleep,From The Old Swimming-Hole by James Whitcomb RileyOtter be FunSummer is for swimming in Your little green pool–– splashing, Splashing in the shade and the cool.Summer is an otter's dream,In the moonlight at the midnightAmong the rocks she splashesWhere... Continue Reading →

Sun Coming to the OrchardBy Elece Hollis       There is shade this morning on the orchard where fog lay heavy last night and through the dawn. As I watch, sunlight falls on the grass and spreads in a stream across it. Rows of trees stand tall working hard to leaf out and flower. These... Continue Reading →

"The sun warmed the upturned earth that day. The small seed placed in the furrow to grow shrank inside as the outside wrinkled. The earth grew dark and damp and cold. Shriveling hurt until the sun drew forth from the ache a leaf." Claire PedrettiWatching Them GrowBy Elece Hollis                 Old as I amI have seen... Continue Reading →