"How a chicken can produce an egg I don't know. How a cow can eat grass and hay and turn it into a steak I cannot tell, but that God made them I do know." c e hollis My chickens were just chicks a couple of months ago and now they are laying. The eggs... 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 →