Porch-swinging after a swim, cold sweet watermelon, cucumbers, corn, tomatoes, and zucchini from the garden
My House
"Home is a house filled with love, groomed with care, and lived in with a mixture of laughter and tears." c. e. hollis My home is a house, an old farmhouse, but well-loved. My home has seen hardship, excitement, grief, celebration, death, life, illness, health, depression, and exuberance––the sweets and sours of life's experiences... 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 →