Driving west over the Tombigbee Bridge and exiting north onto Plymouth Access Road leads to a trail of wildflowers not to be believed.
Sam power-washed the back porch along with the Adirondack chairs. I beat the rugs and fluffed the cushions.
The email was sent. It read, "I'm upgrading my computer to Windows 10. If you don't hear from me, you'll know I was unsuccessful."
Our prairie grass grew tall, until Sam retrieved his 1994 Dixon lawnmower from the shed. All across the Prairie lawnmowers and tractors with bush hogs came to life.
Looking across the Tenn-Tom Waterway from the West Bank, we saw young men playing basketball. Farther down a small boy twirled a smaller girl on a swing. Sam and I reminisced about when we'd twirl ourselves dizzy and tumble to the ground while everyone fell out laughing.
The carpenter bees are out, as are the bee traps. Already we've captured a half-a-dozen or so bees. The kittens are mesmerized, watching bees buzz around, tumbling on top of each other.
I'm still taken with the Tiny House concept and author Dee Williams who listed all her personal belongings on one yellow legal-size sheet of paper.
"Migratory birds will start coming this month," he said. "Last year I fed four pairs of rose-breasted grosbeaks."
Hungry birds are always welcome.
To be honest, I'm not liking this New Year's Resolution very much at all. It's been 66 days now since I resolved not to buy any apparel, shoes or jewelry, nothing to decorate myself up with for a whole year.
I slipped down the back way to Lincoln Road, which runs between Walmart and the shopping center, for my massage appointment.
Wednesday is "Ash Wednesday." It's the beginning of the Lenten season where traditionally Christians give up something like smoking, drinking coffee or maybe cussing.
Winter's cold blast caused us to hunker down at the Prairie house.
On Dec. 18, 2015, I resolved not to purchase any apparel, including shoes or accessories, for a whole year.
The busy holidays had settled down and we were struggling to reclaim our regular schedules.
Holidays went off without a hitch, well almost without a hitch.
New Year's resolutions date back to the Babylonians when promises were made to the gods to pay off debts and return borrowed items. The Romans made promises to the god Janus (January) in hopes of a favorable new year.
Most of my family members, including myself, and my friends have their annual physicals during the last two months of the year, the holiday months.
Michele, a single parent of two, dragged her artificial tree down from the attic. One of the daughters has a new puppy. Of the puppy, Michele said, "I hate that dog."
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