The roses are beginning to wiggle free of their buds and reach for the sunshine and warmth. They sway in the morning breezes and drip- drip-drop morning dew like leaky cups. They invite bumblebees. They call for passersby to stop and smell their special fragrances. "New," they call out, "try our finest seasonal perfumes. Don't... Continue Reading →
Crabapple Spring
The beauty of spring––we don"t expect it. Every year we are amazed anew at the wonder. c. e. hollis Crabapple blooms remind me of the jelly Mama used to make of those small fruits, with no beauty like other apples, they we re the rejects, the outcasts, and yet they make wonderful tart and tangy... Continue Reading →
Basket Weaving
A basket weaving class in an old Oklahoma town