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.
I wonder why we are so darned sentimental.
As I walked around my landscape this weekend, I was really impressed with how my three winter staples -- pansies, violas and Telstar dianthuses -- are enjoying the lengthening days and a little bit of warmer weather.
What does a warm, early-spring weekend and home gardeners itching to get out and plant something add up to? You're correct if you answered all kinds of plants ready to go on the racks at your local garden center.
They say you know you are growing old when you find yourself saying that young people are not having fun the way you and your contemporaries did when you were young.
Mother Teresa said it best, "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other."
Listening to the raindrops beat against the old glass panes brings back my favorite rainy day memories.
As gardeners across the state are starting spring planting, I want to urge everyone to consider the plants selected as Mississippi Medallion winners for 2016: Serenita Angelonia, muscadine, rosemary, Drift roses and Cherokee Purple tomato.
While this space is usually reserved for my trips down memory lane with Mama, my childhood antics on the Dykes Chapel Road, the latest lipstick rage from New York City's red carpets, or the amazing china pattern I found at the thrift store, today I am wading into a river in which I have not swum before -- politics.
When handsome young bachelor Salem Gibson readily agreed to be interviewed for my Valentine column, I thought I was going to get some real advice on attractiveness between the sexes, something like, "A girl chases a boy like the cheese chases the mouse."
With extremely warm weather in the fall and so far this winter, many of our flowering landscape plants are really confused.
It doesn't get better than a good devil's food cake made from scratch, with milk chocolate buttercream frosting, the kind my granny made and most likely passed down from her granny, too.
Every gardener I know is asking the same question: When's spring going to get here? No doubt we are getting close.
Somewhere along the way I seem to have developed a fondness for Professor Henry Higgins of "My Fair Lady" fame.
I remember as a little boy hiding underneath the mahogany dining table, holding my knees in my hands for no reason except that I could.
One of the grandest and maybe gaudiest garden and landscape shows is the blooming of the Southern indica azaleas.
Old houses make my heart beat fast -- the chipping paint and aged patina of a 100-year-old fašade and the view from weathered windows looking out through giant oaks toward the river.
Just as it seems I'm finally settling into the winter color season and noticing how good all the pansies and violas are looking, it's time to start planning for spring.
I was first introduced to Monopoly from the swivel bar stools of my family's kitchen, and it was there on Mama's yellow Formica bar that I learned about making deals, taking chances, and how one never wants to go directly to jail.
By this time Christmas is long gone. Even Epiphany.