“The most ordinary and least ornate of trees is vast proof of the existence and creative work of God. How much more the magnificent magnolia?”c e hollis The pink buds like buttons form on each new branch and twig. They reach straight up to find the sun in the cold air above. Every clear day... Continue Reading →
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 →
Winter Photos of the Farm
Frost edges the fallen oak and sycamore leaves in the early morning. Some are like Christmas cookies—gingerbread men with a dusting of confectioner's sugar. The redbud tree has dropped all its heart-shaped leaves and is draped now with seed pods that will eventually drop tiny black seeds after the winds of winter sufficiently weather their... Continue Reading →