The pansies are fading away. The daffodils are almost in full bloom. This could only be a sign that winter is on the way out, making way for spring.
As warmer weather fills the air, calls are pouring into county Extension offices with anxious gardeners who are ready to work. Whether it is pruning plants, spraying and pulling weeds, or just cleaning up the landscape, they are ready to begin.
Tuesday, March 4, will be an ordinary day almost every place in the world -- except in New Orleans.
As I closed my overnight case and took it to the car, I kept thinking to myself, "This should be interesting, but I really cannot think there could be anything entertaining about the Mississippi River flood of 1927."
The selfie was the Internet craze of 2013, and self-portraits of everyone from the president to Grand Peggy are showing up in my Instagram and Facebook feeds well into 2014.
Please tell me that winter is over. Oh, I know the forecast for the coming week predicts that temperatures will drop back into the 20s. But, they could be wrong. Cross your fingers.
While American athletes are headed for the winner's podium at the Sochi 2014 Winter Olympics, a flowering perennial, a vegetable and a fruit made the podium as 2014 Mississippi Medallion winners. These are going to be some outstanding plants for our Mississippi gardens.
The press must be overwhelmingly happy these days. There is a mountain of bad news.
Some of the sparkle went out of the world this past week with the death of Sylvia Higginbotham.
Women of all ages are falling in love with one of the year's most daring trends: short hair.
Chris and I have been without a car, on and off, since Thanksgiving. The only reason that we had food in the house (especially pet food), is because of our generous neighbors, Jyl Barefield and Greg Nayden. They chauffeured us to the grocery, to the Miller Marine party, and to the drugstore to pick up my meds.
Recently, I was going through boxes of my mama's old photographs when I found all the valentines she had tucked away from years gone by.
It is a shame that I cannot write about something that I have done before I do it, so that if it is good, I can recommend it to readers. I do not get to go to sneak previews very often, however; I just have to write after the fact.
Garden catalogs are arriving in my mailbox at a pace I haven't seen in quite a few years. Every day, a new catalog tries to tempt me to plant the latest and greatest this spring. The parade of polar vortexes with extreme low temperatures is only making matters worse.
It's usually around this time of year that those annoying winter weeds start popping up in our front yards.
There are some things that are universal to the human experience. These events transcend languages, cultures and eras. Almost everyone will feel love, or joy, or pain, in their lifetime. One of the saddest that we encounter is cancer.
I found Margaret Peterson. Well, I did not find her myself, but I have a reader who did! I wrote a column several weeks ago, before the Christmas holidays, remembering a long-lost childhood playmate and just wondering whatever had become of her. I had no realistic hope of ever finding out.
I don't know about you, but as I've gotten older, the thought of digging up an area of the yard to install a new planting bed has lost its appeal.
Everyone has an opinion about dogs. From Aristotle to Dave Berry, poets, philosophers, politicians and children have all weighed in on "man's best friend."
The runways always inspire. Last week I spent time with my favorite fashion-forward mouse at the Magic Kingdom, where she is always at home on the runway in sequins, everything pink and sparkly.