Once upon a time I attended some Highland games in Scotland.
This winter we have seen some mighty cold weather in our gardens and landscapes. As a result, we'll see damage to some landscape plants and we'll lose others. And with some plants, there will be surprises.
Easter bonnets might very well be a Southern thing, but they're a Southern thing I adore.
My two favorite cities, Columbus and New Orleans, have much in common.
We baby boomers have had reasons to be slightly arrogant. For a long time it seemed that the world was spinning beneath our feet. We were like the ballerina in a music box, twirling in front of a mirror that reflected only us.
Sometimes the best medicine comes from within -- a prescription of peace and tranquility. It also never hurts to add a dose of your favorite stylist to treat those side effects still lingering from a blah winter.
Shopping in a garden center in the spring confronts visitors with an almost dizzying array of new plants with flower colors that seem to go beyond our imagination.
Furry Easter Bunny ears, speckled eggs, baskets galore have been in my peripheral vision this season -- so far. I walked right by them all the other day in my hunt for the perfect flat iron.
March is that month that is supposed to come in like a lion, but go out like a lamb. Yet as I sit writing this while the end of the month approaches, I imagine what I am seeing is more like a disgruntled, soggy lion, slogging around in the rain puddles, head hanging low, mane dripping.
Thank heavens, spring is finally here! This winter will go down in history as one of the most brutal ever. In the Golden Triangle, we had a much easier experience than in other parts of the country. Here, there were no blizzards; massive, icy traffic jams; or loss of power. But, lordy, it was cold.
The signs are all around us. Red maples and redbuds are flowering, and yellow jessamine is scrambling and blooming along fences and way up in trees. This winter's low temperatures have the ornamental pears really putting on a show.
I am so nostalgic. In fact, I'm often so busy looking back that it's difficult for me to look forward.
We have probably all heard of Emma Thompson, the glamorous English movie star. Columbus can lay claim to another precious Emma Thompson, this one a recent graduate of The Mississippi School for Mathematics and Science.
I drove to Starkville to interview Elizabeth Gwin, who is a vital 105 years old.
Shanna Head is a lively, youthful spirit with a contagious laugh who fills any room with fun. So when she got spring fever, I did, too! Through several seasons, Shanna has worn her hair long, and much to my surprise she confessed she never had highlights, ever.
The dreary conditions of winter have made me ready for the warm days of spring and summer. I've been giving a lot thought to the types of plants that provide maximum color with minimum effort.
Tomorrow we will celebrate the feast day of Saint Patrick, and all things Irish. No matter your provenance, on March 17 everyone may claim to be a child of the Emerald Isle. St. Patrick must have been quite a guy. He is the symbol of Ireland, and credited with driving out snakes.
On Sunday, March 2, all eyes were on the flowing Prada gown worn by Lupita Nyong'o at the Oscars, but when the lights dimmed, among the movie stars of a certain age, more attention was probably being paid to finding ways to have younger eyes.
With St. Patrick's Day almost here, I'm reminded of the good old days trying to find lucky four-leaf clovers in my lawn as a kid. Of course, some years it was hard because clover is a weed and my dad would spray to get rid of them.
"A slip of the lip can sink a ship." That was a well-known axiom during the 1940s, when the world was at war.