“Prairie is a word that calls out to me. It is grass and wildflowers, crops, cattle grazing and hawks circling in the blue. Oceanic––filled to the brim with life, light, and undulating wind-stirred waves.” c.e. hollis An early morning foggy pasture with a single tree. It is quiet and full of sound at the same […]
Meadowlarks perch on barbed wire fences.
Summer means catching fireflies, the smell of suntan lotion, churning ice cream, porch-swinging and playing in the warm beach sand.