Everyone loves to sparkle; well, almost everyone.
When Trudy Gildea had barely moved to Columbus from New York State, she went uptown to Alford's Drug Store, bought a copy of The New York Times, took it home and began combing the want ads for jobs in New York.
Gardens and landscapes work really hard to give us so much beauty and bounty, so sometimes it's nice for gardeners to give something back to the earth.
Last weekend I put on my Nike sneakers and sunblock to enjoy and to battle the Mississippi State Fair with my great-niece. It was hot!
Let's face it. Social media, especially Facebook, has changed the way we do almost everything.
When people drive by Lola Atkins's house in Columbus, they usually slow down.
Nothing says fall quite like a spice cake, and my mama's homemade recipe was my favorite.
The temperatures are falling, along with the pine straw in my front yard, which can only mean it's my favorite time of the year. Chrysanthemums, pumpkins, candy corn -- all mark the season for so many of us here in the South.
I laugh at rules. I am that guy who dances to the beat of his own drum.
I am a collector. Ask anyone who knows me, and you will find out that I can't throw anything away.
As I was browsing through the garden center this weekend, I saw the first display of pansies for the upcoming fall and winter season. I consider this a positive sign as we are all still sweltering with the summer heat.
Seeing students going back to school got me to thinking. If we have done nothing else, my family has covered a lot of territory.
Two of the most exciting activities in the fall are cheering on our favorite team and gardening.
It was Mama who had the first permanent wave of my life, all those years ago at Shirley's Beauty Shop downtown where women gathered to get the most modern hairstyles of the day.
Several years ago, I fell asleep on the sofa only to be awakened by the sound of the QVC home shopping network, every light in the house turned on, and Mama flailing her arms in the air. I wasn't dreaming.
My mother went to Mississippi State College for Women. So did I. Throughout my youth and childhood I heard about the Junior-Freshman Wedding at the college.
I think hardy hibiscuses are must-have summer plants guaranteed to brighten our gardens and landscapes after a long, hot summer. But to many gardeners, the hardy hibiscus is a well-kept secret.
If you are like me, then you are old enough to remember a certain peculiar little freckle-faced boy named Alfalfa, with his self-avowed talent for song and his true love for Darla.
Chris and I finally have a working car -- cross your fingers.