A keepsake book about some of the animals who reside at the Barker's farm, also known as The Country School. The text will evoke memories for children as the little quirks of each animal are cleverly... More > worked into the text. Adults will enjoy the sophistication of the metaphors and language. The illustrations are reproductions of oil paintings done by the author's daughter who spent her childhood on this idyllic farm in the hill country of Ohio and continues to return each summer.< Less
Welcome to The Farm, my first photo book. I moved from the city to the country two years ago and am amazed that I can still find something new everyday to appreciate. I hope you enjoy this book of... More > pictures.< Less
After an absence of over 16 years, Jeb McPherson returns to his childhood home to find his estranged parents dead. Without warning, he becomes straddled with the responsibility of his three siblings... More > and a farm on the brink of going under. Jeb is in over his head-until he’s offered a way out from an unlikely ally. But all is not well in Harden County, and Jeb discovers that he must face a growing threat tied not only to the death of his parents but to his long forgotten memories of the Farm. As events turn murderous, Jeb must face the harsh answers to difficult questions- Who is trying to destroy his newfound family? And are his parents really dead?
Scott A. Davis’ The Farm is a harrowing, suspenseful story of tragic love, family ties and the horrible consequences that can result from them. Featuring a thrilling narrative that will grab you from the first page as well as moments of touching comedy and grand emotion, your visit to The Farm won’t be soon forgotten.< Less
"All that day sleighs dashed about town, and wood-sleds drawn by single teams, pairs, and fours thronged the streets. The farmers had been waiting for the snow. This set me thinking. What... More > cleaner, better, fresher farm-work could there be than chopping in the winter woods. That's it! I would do it. Business was not very brisk in the office, and if it were, there was no particular need of a man being a slave to his profession. I had known instances of men actually drying up in my profession, and being, as far as real usefulness is concerned, "Like thin ghosts or disembodied creatures."
The one thing I needed to develop a real homelike, woodsy, farmer-like feeling was to get into the woods, and load wood, and smell the delicious fragrance of the pines and the balsam of the freshly cut trunks."< Less
FROM my youth I had been designed by my ambitious and autocratic father for the study of the law. In my secret heart I had rebelled against his desires. He had never given me any reasons. which... More > seemed to justify this line of conduct except, as he frequently said, "There was plenty of room at the top." I could not deny it, because at that time I had never been to the top to verify his statement, and since that time I have never succeeded in getting above the overcrowded condition of affairs at the bottom.
So far as I could learn of my ancestry, there had never been any lawyers in the family since the progenitor of that family in remote times had burst upon the New World. Consequently, there was never any heredity that had given me a desire for the study of the law; in fact, I had always rebelled against any and all study whatsoever, however necessary, however desirable.< Less