An important step in keeping year-round color in the garden and landscape is planting and transitioning the annual color plants.
One can say my best friend Chastity Hope and I have fallen together into what Dr. Seuss refers to as "mutual weirdness."
Not all change is progress.
"Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat."
At the 43rd annual Ornamental Field Day at the South Mississippi Branch Experiment Station in Poplarville, one plant that drew a lot of attention was the exotic-looking King Tut papyrus.
When I woke up Saturday morning, the cool air felt like getting a visit from an old friend.
Having reached my present age, I have spent much of my allotted time in hospitals, even working in the laboratory of one for several years.
I always enjoy the shift from summer to fall, but determining when the seasons actually change can be a bit confusing.
Last week I dug way down into an oversized cardboard box marked "fall decor from Mississippi," pulling out glittered pumpkins, ghords and fall leaves clinging to grapevine garlands almost as tightly as I cling to the memories of time gone by.
I was that shy, awkward little boy in elementary school who lived for turning ordinary pinecones into colorful turkeys with just the help of Elmer's glue, construction paper and glitter.
Whoever said, "Old age is not for sissies" really knew whereof he spoke.
The story you are about to read is true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent gardener. This is South Mississippi. My name is Bachman. I'm an Extension horticulture specialist.
Some people are terrified of clowns, but they have never scared me much, well, except for a moment or two in childhood. Mama was determined I would not be afraid of them.
Now that we're finally into September, I think many of our landscape plants are rejoicing in anticipation of the (hopefully) coming milder temperatures as much as I am.
The gardens of my childhood spill over in my mind, growing still today thick with old-fashioned roses and their delicate pink petals decorating the sides of Mawmaw Bell's little red brick house on the hillside where I played.
The current tropical systems swirling around are causing more homeowners to wonder about how to deal with weather-related damage in the landscape.
Mama made candied apples and cupcakes all afternoon, and as I licked the frosting from the beaters, I thought surely Heaven must smell just like her kitchen.
I do not pretend to know much about the retail business.
If you had told me even a few months ago that I would be in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, I probably would have rolled my eyes at you while sipping iced tea from my front porch.
2. Former U.S. poet laureate to give reading Wednesday ENTERTAINMENT
3. Hot Mississippi blues will honor late Willie King ENTERTAINMENT
4. MUW festival puts spotlight on music by women ENTERTAINMENT
5. Thursday talk features Southern Gardening's Bachman ENTERTAINMENT