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 Comes to the Farm

While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease. Genesis 8:22 Summer is almost over and soon the leaves will fall, the garden will suffer frost, and the super-heated days will be forgotten. We all love summer, but there are things to relish in every... Continue Reading →

The Old Farm Bell

"Across the wide acres, from the church house, the schoolhouse, the farmhouse––the bell rings and sings through the air and into your soul." c.e.hollis   When I first moved to the farm 20 years ago, it was not then a farm. It had been a farm. It had grown sorghum, corn, hay, pecans, and soybeans.... Continue Reading →

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