The garden has been tilled. We mixed in sand left over from a construction job to loosen up the prairie clay.
The heist movie is a Hollywood standard, so when a real heist is made, it is necessary for those telling about the real heist to compare it to the movie versions. Scott Andrew Selby and Greg Campbell have repeatedly done this in “Flawless: Inside the Largest Diamond Heist in History “(Union Square Press). They repeatedly refer to the 2001 remake “Ocean’s Eleven” when telling the story of the 2003 burglary of an office called the Diamond Center in the heart of the Diamond District in Antwerp.
Some animals like to sport bright colors, as if they want to be seen. Others favor drab colors, as if they want to blend in and avoid recognition. There must be advantages to both strategies. Soldiers used to sport bright red clothing in the field, and now tend to go with grey and olive blotches, if they are in forest, and beige spotty patterns if they are on sand.
I know I’m too stupid to have a computer, and I really don’t care; but if I want to keep one finger in the world I have to have one.
Whoever said making up was hard to do? It’s a cinch, especially with all of the makeup brushes available now.
Mississippi is in the national news, again. Sometimes it seems that we only get press for embarrassing things, like being one of the fattest states, or the least literate.
Last week Marion asked: “What is the oldest surviving house in Columbus?”
I love the concept of saving daylight. It makes me think of that old Jim Croce song, “Time In A Bottle.” Both are lovely ideas, an odd mixing of magic and miracle.
Buttercups are popping up everywhere on the Southside. Okay, buttercups are not exclusive to my neck of the woods and are, in fact, beginning to bloom all over the South, from my mama’s little country roadside in my hometown of Richton to my old stomping grounds all over Jackson.
She is, quite simply, the personification of class. She doesn’t need to shout to be heard. When she speaks, people intuitively listen.
“I once was lost But now I’m found.” “Amazing Grace,” by John Newton I can get lost anywhere. I have no sense of direction.
We had an owl emergency in our neighborhood last weekend. My neighbor, “Farmer” Greg, found an injured bird on his property in Artesia.
This week the world seemed a bit quieter. Columbus is saying goodbye to a favorite, truly beloved, adopted son. His name is Scotty Daniels. Most of us knew him as Scotty D.
This time of year can be hard on gardeners.
Recently, Pearl Holt died. I did not know her well, only in passing.
Did you know the history of “lipstick” began with Cleopatra VII, ancient Egypt’s last pharaoh, who reigned between 51 and 30 B.C. and is perhaps most famous for her romances with Roman hotties Julius Caesar and Mark Antony?
I recently spoke to the Rotary Club in Columbus about steamboats on the Tombigbee River. That presentation resulted in my being questioned about the origin of the name Tombigbee. “Where did that name come from and what does it mean?”
I am packing up my Mardi Gras décor, storing ornaments and masks and beads in a well-marked box until next year. It is with great reluctance that I put these things out of sight. Chris and I never get tired of the fleur de lis, or that weird color combination of purple, green and gold.
Sometimes you can’t go to the river to fish. It’s too high or too muddy or too cold; it’s too late or too something. That’s when Sam and I started fishing in the prairie pond. I had to learn a different kind of fishing because there’s no crappie in the prairie pond.
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