“We need only to close our eyes and we are back on the Third Line, walking up the lane, through the yard… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“They got a manure machine in there,” Keller said. He went up to the barn and peeked through a hole between tow… — Sandra Neil Wallace Copy Share Image
“The air was fresh and crisp and had a distinct smell which was a mixture of the dried leaves on the ground… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“Some things were done a certain way and they had been done that same way for ages. Most of the time it… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“Warm familiar scents drift softly from the oven, And imprint forever upon our hearts That this is home and that we are… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“The cost to reconnect animals to live in natural settings without human support is a debt that many animals in transition must… — Young Tim Copy Share Image
“In the shop, breathing the scent of dusty grease and oil; in the old house, staring into the living room where Dad… — Julene Bair Copy Share Image
“If the reader doesn't connect with your character, they are not going to connect with the story. I try to make my… — Stacy Thowe Copy Share Image
“On harsh, frigid January days, when the winds are relentless and the snow piles up around us, I often think of our… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“We stepped a little quicker, laughed a little louder and chatted over the fences a little longer. We gathered bouquets of wildflowers,… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
“The orchard where they stood was on higher ground than the farmhouse, which nestled like a white dove beneath hemlocks and the… — Anya Seton Copy Share Image
“The last footfall dies into silence. The stillness tingles with the aftermath of noise. All around stand the new cornstacks, unfamiliar shadows,… — Adrian Bell Copy Share Image
“Mark came home late one frozen Sunday carrying a bag of small, silver fish. They were smelts, locally known as icefish. He’d… — Kristin Kimball Copy Share Image
“When I'm on a backhoe, I'm shaping clay. I am a sculptor. I am a farm artist.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“I walked through the house to the back porch and found the screen door covered top to bottom, side to side, with… — Earl B. Russell Copy Share Image
“Little Joe was still behind him. Eli could feel it. He wanted to look back, but he couldn’t. The tears were too… — Sandra Neil Wallace Copy Share Image
