It's been a long, hot summer here in north Mississippi, and your turf may be showing the stress of the season. You've watered on a regular basis and kept the grass alive, but you still have a few weeds that refuse to leave. With one more push, you can finally be rid of these pesky weeds and help that front yard to be beautiful.
I welcome fall. Each new season brings with it the obvious pause to reflect on last year or the year before, and perhaps the future as well. But do we ever really sit still to breathe in the cooler breezes at sunset or marvel at the many shades of joy that can be gathered from a pile of fallen leaves?
Nancy Hendrix is a delightful young woman who sandwiches conducting our senior aquatic exercises at the YMCA in two classes there, three classes at Mississippi University for Women and an after-school program in Caledonia.
Let's face it -- we all have some sort of addiction. Most of us would never put our hobbies or (dare I say) obsessions in that category. However, such things as Facebook, online games, soap operas, sports, religious fanaticism, and almost anything that eats up precious time might be classified as an addiction, even if not against the law.
Many young people -- and old ones too -- enjoy collecting fossil shark's teeth. The Tombigee River Valley is full of chalk and sand outcroppings that contain many different kinds of fossils. In the Golden Triangle area, these deposits are mostly from the Cretaceous Period of geologic history and range from about 70 to 82 million years old. Throughout the area are found the teeth of sharks, giant fish, sea going reptiles and even an occasional dinosaur.
I looked like a life-size Barbie standing in the middle of Tonka Town amid groaning machines, dust whirling and noise sounding like jets crashing together.
My mama is dying, not "dying" for a new Jaguar or another slice of chocolate cake, mind you. Those things have been on her want list before, but not now. Heck, she even got the green Jaguar from my daddy and some chocolate cake on her 65th birthday.
Once upon a time we all learned penmanship. Grammar school children had big tablets with solid and dotted lines. We were taught to stretch our capital letters between the straight lines, and hit the dotted ones with the tops of small letters. It all looked like rows of boxes, some open and others closed.
On a regular basis I find fresh brown eggs waiting for me at the end of the driveway. Two egg crates will be balanced precariously on the gate posts. The eggs are gifts from the Wiygul's chickens, and fine eggs they are.
O, Chilton County peaches! Those Chilton County peaches! Just think how very much they give us pleasure; Under umbrella or shed,
A beautiful moon hung low over us this week. She waxed into her fullness early in the week, exploding into a fat, illuminated orb. Perhaps she was rehearsing for her harvest persona, the fiery sphere that truly reflects her counterpart, the sun.
Last month the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences (the Oscar people) celebrated the innovative special effects and technology of the 1956 movie, "Forbidden Planet." In the MGM science-fiction classic, a space crew from Earth lands on a distant planet searching for survivors of a space ship that had landed there 20 years earlier. What they found were two survivors, a robot and a strange freighting Id monster.
Like most of you, I voted a week or so ago. To be honest, I almost didn't. I got home Tuesday mid-afternoon and settled in to the comfort of the air conditioner. Suddenly, that "forgotten to do something" alarm started beeping like a smoke detector in need of a new battery. I tried to ignore it.
The "dog days of summer" is usually the most miserable time of the year, especially in the South. It is so named because, for a few weeks in July and August, we are under the constellation Canis Major (Large Dog), which contains the "Dog Star," Sirius.
Well, they didn't come down from the mountain, and I'm not Moses, but here they are, 10 beauty "commandments" for wrapping up the summer.
Several years ago someone who ought to know informed me that nowhere in Mississippi did anyone live more than one hour's drive from some kind of live theater. That information surprised me somewhat.
Humans always seem to be "hunting" for something. I don't mean just the literal hunt for game. Southerners may "hunt" for our lost keys, or a great parking spot or a new job.