Echo From the Hills

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

The Golden Delicious apples are being picked on farms in Clay County, sending housewives for their cookers, pans and paring...

September sings her plaintive melody as she enters our hills, putting summer to flight and bringing cooler weather. The humming...

August is such an in-between month—not quite summer and not quite fall.  It is the tail end of summer, as...

“Soon the summer will be ended; and the harvest will be o’er.” (Song by Lorenzo Cook)   “The harvest is past,...

The days are growing a little shorter, and in summer’s melody there can be heard a sad note of fall...

“If the first week of August is unusually warm—the coming Winter will be snowy and long.” “For every fog in...

     Midsummer heat blankets our hills, as July slips away into the past. August is ready to enter, with her...

It’s another hot July day, but the morning is deliciously cool. Let’s go blackberry pickin’ while the dew is still...

Hot and full-blown, summer comes breathlessly into the hills. She blows her sultry breath over the countryside, coaxing the gardens...