The Field Flowers

“From palest pinks and yellows to deepest reds and purples God enbues all the world with color to delight our eyes, to show His wonder and His glory and to say He cares.” The iris raise stems like arrows from their green sword leaves. The buds are arrowheads of color. Like the pointy tips of... Continue Reading →

The Woods Are Lovely Dark and Deep

“Better is a neighbor who is near than a brother who is far away.” Proverbs 27:10b "The woods are lovely dark and deep," words from Robert Frost's beloved poem Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening. Tonight there was no snow. None this evening or this morning or yesterday, even though snow was forecast.... Continue Reading →

One Hot Dusty Afternoon in Payson

One hot dusty afternoon, August 9, 1927, in Payson, Oklahoma, a baby girl was born and the world became a sweeter place. Her mother, Monte Michael, named the child Freda, after her daddy, Fred Michael a grocer who was respected and loved by many friends and neighbors in the tiny rural town of Tribbey, Oklahoma.... Continue Reading →

Quiet Evening

An evening on the porch at the close of a summer day brings stillness and country-style quiet. There is no noise of trains or traffic, no sirens, or horns honking. I sit and listen. The wind has laid in the treetops, but I can hear the water running in the ditches toward the creek below... Continue Reading →

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 →

Spring Whispers Promises

    Spring whispers promises and I wait through rain showers, in welcome warming sunshine, past misty mornings, and cool musical evenings. I watch buds on trees pop open and show new leaves and flowers. I watch the sprouts rise to reveal the first wonderful colors with hyacinths, crocuses, daffodils, and tulips in the flowerbeds... 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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