Spring Fog and Fire on the Farm

“ 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 →

What is Heaven Like ?

"When one pictures heaven, he sees a grand-maned lion and carefree innocent children running and playing in open sunlit meadows of sweet grasses among untold numbers of windblown wildflowers." c.e.hollis I cannot tell you what heaven will be like. Ideas of heaven are as varied as the flowers on the face of the planet. But... Continue Reading →

A Little Order

"We make a little order where we are, and the big sweep of history on which we can have no effect doesn't overwhelm us. We do it with a garden, with the furnishings of a room, or with sounds and words. We make a little form, and we gain composure." Robert Frost I make my... Continue Reading →

Late Summer Dancers

"There is no place like a meadow to walk your soul to peace." c. e. hollis Under the blue of an Oklahoma sky, I walk in the overgrown grasses and the wildflowers. Here I find joy in the colors of the earth and in the sound of wind rustling the grass mixed with bird and... Continue Reading →

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