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Possumhaw: 'Now I lay me down to sleep'

Posted 12/15/2014 in Local Columns

Tom had a hard day at work. After supper he spent a few hours watching TV before bed. Two hours later Tom heard the sound of frogs bellowing in the night; the sound got louder and louder, filling the room. A light bounced off the ceiling while Tom dreamt giant amphibians leaped across his bed in the moonlight.

 

Possumhaw: It all started with a Christmas card

Posted 12/8/2014 in Local Columns

Across the street there was a girl sitting on the stoop. Her legs were bare; she was eating an apple. I smiled and she smiled back.

 

Possumhaw: A basket full of blessings to boot

Posted 12/1/2014 in Local Columns

It had been 10 days and Sam was sick and tired of being sick and tired. He had only been out of the house for a trip to Robert's Apothecary for vitamins, nasal spray and a B-12 shot. He pinned his hopes on Robert's elixirs, supplemented with Dayquil and Nyquil.

 

Possumhaw: Havoc in the boat shed

Posted 11/17/2014 in Local Columns

Shirley, my walking partner turned house sitter, reported all went well at the Prairie house while we were away. She had only one scare when she feared Jack, the cat, had expired on the sofa.

 

Possumhaw: Fear of thresholds

Posted 11/10/2014 in Local Columns

From the front porch I studied the lake and the fields and deer grazing along the tree line.

 

Possumhaw: When one thing leads to another

Posted 11/3/2014 in Local Columns

Sam said the Saints game would be over in 5 minutes 29 seconds and then we could go for a bike ride but I'd been around that block before and I knew that a televised game of 5 minutes would be at least another 30 so I headed out to the lake.

 

Possumhaw: On the far side of the world

Posted 10/27/2014 in Local Columns

A convergence of events deserves consideration. The kind that causes one to say, "What a small, connected world we live in."

 

Possumhaw: The persimmon is possible to eat

Posted 10/18/2014 in Local Columns

I'd been looking around the yard trying to figure out what could be edible when I noticed the persimmon trees. The trees were obvious by the huddles of deer that gathered under them, not to mention possums, raccoons, coyotes and birds.

 

It's a lot of garbage

Posted 10/13/2014 in Local Columns

It was garbage day when Sam said, "I may not put the garbage out today; there's only one bag."

 

Possumhaw: A weekend to nourish

Posted 10/6/2014 in Local Columns

"When did eating naturally become alternative?" It was a weekend to rest and study homesteading arts in a place not unlike the Prairie house only I would not do laundry or cook or even make my bed. I left my laptop and chose instead to take a notebook and a pen.

 

Surrounded by cloudless sulphurs

Posted 9/29/2014 in Local Columns

"Have you noticed the yellow butterflies?" he said.

 

Possumhaw: Too harmful to handle

Posted 9/22/2014 in Local Columns

Ten-year-old Moriah Carpenter was outside playing with Mikaela, Gabriel and Nate, three of her six siblings, when her hand brushed a tree. Instantly she felt an intense, stinging pain. Her mother, Dawn, soothed the child and doctored the sting as any mother would do.

 

Possumhaw: Browning leaves and bodock balls

Posted 9/15/2014 in Local Columns

The calendar says autumn is a week away and golden brown leaves are beginning to fall. Felder Rushing says it is not fall but only drought causing the leaves to flutter. Sam and I talk about the benefits of each season and how fast they pass these days.

 

Possumhaw: The underground hornworm

Posted 9/8/2014 in Local Columns

Ah, back in the Prairie where the hornworm thrives. After trying to grow tomatoes in the greenhouse where the whiteflies were as thick as thieves, I gave up. I tried every means of extermination and nothing worked. So this year I purchased two large planters with a water reservoir.

 

Possumhaw: The law of kindness

Posted 9/2/2014 in Local Columns

The ladies and I were sitting in the sunroom as each of us was asked to name something we were thankful for. I said, "Today I saw a butterfly."

 

Possumhaw: Making hay with the ducks

Posted 8/25/2014 in Local Columns

It was time to glean leftover hay and stuff it in a black garbage bag. I always wear black rubber boots, summer or winter. You never know what you might encounter in the fields, and I feel safer with the rubber boots rather than, say, flip flops.

 

Possumhaw: Imagine a world of butterflies

Posted 8/18/2014 in Local Columns

It was nightfall when I slipped to the garden to spy on the parsley. I hoped to catch the caterpillars sleeping. Their tiny heads were nodded forward; they appeared to be sleeping, as everything sleeps.

 

Possumhaw: Bunnies, deer, ducks - now skunks

Posted 8/11/2014 in Local Columns

Coming in from feeding the bunnies, I found Sam doing his morning pushups. He held the pose as he watched me lie on the floor and look up at him. "I have some news. There are skunks under the house."

 

Possumhaw: Three guys and a chainsaw

Posted 8/4/2014 in Local Columns

Shirley, my walking partner, and I sat on the back steps watching Sam, Charles and Ralph cut down 30-foot cedar trees close to the house.

 

Possumhaw: Chiggers, mosquitoes, ants, oh my

Posted 7/28/2014 in Local Columns

The Prairie is not always paradise. Momma used to say, "I'm glad not everybody likes the same thing 'cause then everybody'd want my Henry." Dad wasn't named Henry, but we got the point.

 

 

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