On the Way to the Mailbox

The mailbox stands attached to a post anchored in an old tire rim. That's authentic country, right? As I walked out to the road to fetch the mail, I saw small white and yellow butterflies performing acrobatics above mud puddles. So much rain had soaked the ground but things were finally drying out. Bright orange... 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 →

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