“ Fog comes and wraps the trees with a baby’s soft white blanket. God swaddles the earth in hope.” Fog rises from the creek bed. It lifts off the farm ponds and creeps across the terra firma. It blankets the garden plot, hides fences, and camouflages the line of farm equipment parked along the north... Continue Reading →
“A walk in the country is as curative to the heart and soul as an afternoon spent at a spa is to the body." It is mid-winter in Oklahoma and yet there dawn days we may take for granted—days when the wind stops to catch its breath and lays low for a short nap. The... Continue Reading →
“Let’s not put away Christ with the Christmas trappings.”c e hollis After New Year’s Day, I undo the ornaments and lights from the tree and pack them up in boxes to return to a plastic tub in the upstairs bedroom closet. The nativity scene, the stained-glass ornaments I painted with the children years ago, the... Continue Reading →
Frost edges the fallen oak and sycamore leaves in the early morning. Some are like Christmas cookies—gingerbread men with a dusting of confectioner's sugar. The redbud tree has dropped all its heart-shaped leaves and is draped now with seed pods that will eventually drop tiny black seeds after the winds of winter sufficiently weather their... Continue Reading →
"There is nothing like the immensity of the sky to show us tiny humans our place in the universe or to show us our great worth in the heart of God."c e hollis Photo by Noah Silliman courtesy of nsplash.com I rode with Ron tonight out to feed the cows (I hope to become more... Continue Reading →
"Prairie is a word that calls out to me. It is grass and wildflowers, crops, cattle grazing and hawks circling in the blue. Oceanic––filled to the brim with life, light, and undulating wind-stirred waves." c.e. hollis An early morning foggy pasture with a single tree. It is quiet and full of sound at the same... Continue Reading →
Porch-swinging after a swim, cold sweet watermelon, cucumbers, corn, tomatoes, and zucchini from the garden
"Spring comes so softly that we don't hear her voice until we have seen her wave her green. Suddenly there is color and music and our hearts fill with each note." c.e. hollis Spring Comes Softly The daffodils, crocuses, and hyacinths are first to show up. They are "sudden" clumps of green stems and among... Continue Reading →
