I laugh at rules and conformity.
Dear Santa, It is that time again, and I just wanted you to know that I have been good.
My vintage Santa plates stare at me from my holiday table, nestled onto blue and gold chargers as red crystal goblets stand beside them.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, and, oh, the rich memories it all conjures up of Christmases past.
As we start the cooler, winter gardening season, there are many color choices of pansies and violas to ponder.
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.
This week, I've been taking what I'd like to think is a well-earned vacation. But even though I'm technically "off the clock," I'm still finding interesting ideas to try in our Mississippi gardens and landscapes.
The architecture of life is so similar to that of the stained glass windows posed perfectly still across time, illuminated by lanterns and candles in ancient churches along my drives through old towns.
Tom Brokaw called them "The Greatest Generation," and I am inclined to agree with him.
We all knew it was going to happen sometime.
Like the old song says, it's my party and I'll cry if I want to.
Walt Disney said, "We keep moving forward, opening new doors and doing new things, because we're curious, and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths."
While you are nibbling away at the children's Hallowe'en candy, you might want to give a thought to the origin of the holiday, which in many cultures extends to Nov. 1 and 2 as well.
The birds are chirping outside my window. As I lean in to listen, I wonder what they are saying to each other.
The weather could not have better for the Fall Flower and Garden Fest in Crystal Springs this year.
Some of the best choices we can make for reliable late fall and winter color are cabbage and kale.
We seem to be undergoing a renaissance lately, a rebirth of the Renaissance period of history.
Seasons come and seasons go. Years pass by in what seems like no time at all.
In my position with the Mississippi State University Extension Service, I tend to look at myself as a problem solver.