Dolly Parton said it best: "It's hard being a diamond in a rhinestone world." I can't help feeling that way about so many new hair care products promising the sun, moon and stars. Heck, what's a Southern belle to do with such great expectations from a pretty bottle of pricey lather -- just rinse and repeat, hoping for a miracle?
Right after World War II air travel took off. The war was won on the wings of aviation, and it quickly became a peacetime staple. Back in those days air travel was prestigious.
The worst of summer is upon us. Temperatures flirt with triple digits. Mosquitoes hover in small clouds, just waiting for an opportunity make us their tasty snack. Even the squirrels seem too lethargic for their usual game of rushing in circles around the tree trunks in my yard.
When I was a child, I thought like a child, I ate like a child: PB&Js, BLTs and grilled cheese sandwiches made from slices of Velveeta melted to gooey perfection between two slices of skillet-toasted white bread.
Elmer's glue, check. Backpack, check. Hand sanitizer, check. Yes, it's that time of year, when the rustle and hustle of parents armed with school supply lists and uniform specifications crowd the stores, and kids can't wait to see friends they waved goodbye to in May.
In a land where bigger usually means better, especially where cars and pick-up trucks are concerned, some local residents are embracing "cute little cars."
It is during the midsummer months in Mississippi that I most appreciate gaillardia in gardens and landscapes.