Some women find themselves in angst over whether to bid farewell to those long tresses, but not Kim Arnold. No, ma'am, indeed!
When my family moved to Columbus shortly before World War II, we rented a little house on Second Avenue North, before we could build one. We lived there two years, then moved to the house I lived in until I married.
A dizzying array of new plants for the home landscape and garden are promoted every year, and several of them originated along our roadsides and ditches.
This is an exciting time of year for the hundreds of grads in the Golden Triangl
Broadway Nite, Chinatown, Central Park -- the mention of such things might lead you to believe I'm reminiscing about a recent getaway to New York City.
Most of us only get one human mother. We also call the Earth "our mother."
There's nothing like preparing a meal using vegetables that were picked only five minutes earlier. That goal drives the efforts of many home gardeners.
Last weekend there was a reunion of sorts in Columbus, mostly of people connected with Lee High School football during a certain time span.
It may be because this is the 100th anniversary of Mother's Day. Or more likely, it's because of the enormous tree felled by recent storms in the backyard of the homeplace -- the house where my two sisters, brother and I were raised. But something has had my mother much on my mind.
The recent storms wreaked havoc on landscapes across north Mississippi.
It seems that the winter from Hades is finally over. We will probably not have another freeze for many months, the tornadoes have moved on (cross your fingers), and the monsoons have dissipated -- for now.
I love women. As far back as I can remember, I have always adored them.
Flowers are always high on the gift list for Mother's Day, and rose plants for the garden are a great way to remember the day year after year.
My week started with happy announcements and plans for celebrations.
With the chance of any more spring freezes getting lower by the day, the typical home gardener is out looking for plants for when the summer temperatures start to rise. Annual flowering vinca is one that really brightens up our Mississippi summer landscapes.
Settling into my styling chair for the first time, Emily Haxton wasn't the least bit interested in the current edition of Veranda or a petit four, because she was wearing that oh-too-familiar frown of a woman not in love with her hair.
It seems that spring has finally come to the Golden Triangle -- and not a moment too soon.
It was one of those days. I am told everybody has them.
As a little boy stepping on my mama's heels, holidays were the most exciting time. I had the kind of mama that moved Heaven and earth for her children, especially at Easter.
Last week Chris and I immersed ourselves in a journey of literacy. Although we only traveled to nearby Starkville and Caledonia, our short excursions spanned generations, and introduced us to many smart people with a passion for reading.
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