There's nothing quite like opening up that yellow and green Crayola lid to get lost in the familiar smell of a new box of crayons.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life."
My friend, Barbara Yarborough, lent me a May issue of The Saturday Evening Post, because she thought it had an advertisement for a device that just might keep the deer of my neighborhood from eating my flowers.
One of the fun things about being the Southern Gardener is having the opportunity to share new and colorful plants with gardeners all across Mississippi and beyond.
Most scars heal on the surface, serving as reminders of not-so-gentle events in our lives. Others run much deeper
A popular question I get when talking to home gardeners is, "If you could have only one flowering annual for the summer, what would it be?"
Mrs. Stoddard is terribly worried -- all day, every day, and especially at night.
Remember the old newspaper "society columns?" Well, I confess I feel as if that is what I have been writing.
The big yellow school bus was and is a rite of passage for so many of us. If you lived on Dykes Chapel Road and your mama was still in her duster, it was quite literally the only way to get to the red brick schoolhouse in town.
I remember the first time I met her. She called herself "a fan" of my column, and that's why she reached out to me.
This year marks the 10th anniversary of Purple Knight Alternanthera's designation as Mississippi Medallion winner.
The thing is I've got eight grandchildren, and four of them have already or are going to get married within a little over a year. That is a lot of festivity for someone my age. Actually, it is downright stressful, but it proves not all stress is bad.
New Guinea impatiens and SunPatiens are similar in appearance and impressive with their ability to brighten any landscape, but SunPatiens have a much higher tolerance for Mississippi's summer heat.
I drove my cars fast when I was a boy. Vroom, vroom.
I have to admit most of my gardening life can be summed up by this saying that someone shared with me on social media: "Real gardeners buy at least 10,000 plants in the course of a lifetime without having the least idea where they'll put any of them when they get home."
Happy Easter! Today is the highest holy day in the Christian calendar, and we rejoice on many levels. I have been reflecting on what Easter meant to me at various stages of my life. It is probably much like yours.
Mama and I fussed over those baskets for hours, filling them with chocolate bunnies, marshmallow peeps and jelly beans.
This past weekend, the Garden Extravaganza was held in Jackson, and I have to say I'm feeling really inspired.
Now is the time to start planning for the color punch that most gardeners want in the upcoming warm summer season.
You may have heard this story. It is about a slave who was abducted from his natural country by slave traders when he was about 16 years old.