Jane Ellen Harris

 Jane Ellen Harris grew up in the country. After a wonderful childhood, seven years of college, and twelve years as owner of a dry cleaning business, it was a surprise to no one that in 1975 she purchased a ten acre farm.

The innocence of a small child's face and unconditional love of animals have taught her so much through the years. A dear friend suggested to Jane Ellen that she give back to the children and share some of the fun she experienced on the farm in a way that they too might experience, through reading about it in her books. How many children do you suppose know that there really was a chicken that loved ice cream cones? Do you think they might find it interesting that a duck and a chicken shared the same nest? That's right, the two hatched their baby's then raised them together as one happy family. There really are all kinds of families aren't there!    

                                                                                                                                            My best friend Dallas

No longer living on her farm, residing now in a cozy log cabin that she designed on ten acres in a rural area of Michigan, Jane Ellen reflects back on the happiest times of her life. The stories she writes of now are a recount of adventures experienced by those beloved farm animals that shared a life with her while living on the farm.

"Traveling down life's highway has been in most part a wonderful journey; thanks to my love of children and animals." A smile crosses her lips, her blue eyes sparkle before she continues, "I've worked hard, played hard and have no regrets".

                                                           Life On The Farm

       Life on the farm was fun, always fun. Whether fixing my little John Deere garden tractor, playing with the animals, or just sitting at the picnic table watching all that was going on, every day was a new adventure. One of the things I enjoyed most was going into the barn on a bitter cold day in winter. It was always so warm and quiet. The soft clucking of the chickens, the rustling sound of the horses and the sheep wandering around in the straw that I had put in their stahls, the sweet smell of hay and of course all the other wonderful "aromas" that only a farmer could appreciate were all that I needed to know that life really was good. THIS WAS MY WORLD!  Here are a few pictures of life on the farm on any given day.