Echo From the Hills

Echo from the Hills – December 6, 2017

Just one more time, I’d like to go back home for Christmas. I’d like to climb on the wooden sled with Larry, and let Daddy...

Echo from the Hills – December 13, 2017

The lull between Thanksgiving and Christmas always takes me back to the days at Hagar Grade School. Just as soon as Thanksgiving break was...

Echo from the Hills – November 29, 2017

Dear Lord: Thanksgiving Day is here, and I’ve been thinking of your many blessings.  It’s just not on this day that I remember how you...

Echo from the Hills – November 22, 2017

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of...

Echo from the Hills – November 8, 2017

Summer was dying; they all agreed.  It was evident in the pallor of her early morning fogs, and in the encroaching coolness of her...

Echo from the Hills – November 1, 2017

October has been a month of incomparable beauty, although she is slowly sliding into the past. Her last gesture is to hand us the...

Echo from the Hills – October 25th, 2017

It is strange how the landscape can change at night; the familiar landmarks seem transformed into odd and unfamiliar objects that are somewhat frightening....

Echo from the Hills – October 10, 2017

                 O, suns, and skies, and clouds of June,                  And flowers of June together,                  Ye cannot rival for one hour                  October’s bright blue weather;                                         ...

Echo from the Hills – October 4, 2017

September spins out mild, dreamy days to crown her last week here. Blessed, golden days that fills our hearts with peace and happiness, as...

Echo from the Hills – September 27, 2017

A foggy mist covers the shoulders of our hills in early morning, which soon burns off when the sun rises in the sky.   It...