The rains came down and the floods came up. The phone continually sent flood alerts while Tropical Storm Barry made headway. But a day later, from my window on the world, rain was falling in a patch about 12 feet by 12 feet on the east side of the lake dock. The rest of the lake's surface was perfectly still. I wondered just how much new-to-me information I could find about rain. Turns out, it was quite a lot.
Kat was a young woman when we met. Fresh out of college and living in a small rental house just out from Starkville. I had furniture needing a new home and gave it to Kat to incorporate into her home. We became friends, and then not long after, Kat moved away.
The Prairie has been unusually wild in the past week. A full-grown doe feeds in the middle of the sedge field in broad daylight. Her red hide shines in the sunlight. She ambles and nibbles, raising her head now and then as she stares with doe eyes.
Every morning I plan my day and make lists. As quickly as the thoughts came, I remembered women I had seen in a Honduras village. I'll call this one Abagail.
It's a beautiful time to be in the Prairie. There have been days of cool breezes, warm sunshine and spotty rain showers.
Sam walked in the door asking, "What happened on the porch? It looks like a gale force wind swept through."
Sitting on the front porch drinking my morning coffee, I noticed a tremendous number of pollinators.
The rains have subsided so the plants require watering every morning, and most evenings, having barely survived the heat of the day. And every morning on my rounds, I examine which plants have been plucked by the innocent-looking deer that bedded down in the field the night before.
The jean jacket label said Bangladesh. Prairie skirts made in the U.S.A. Old Navy jacket made in China, as was the Longleaf camo jacket, as was the Ralph Lauren skirt. Really? Ralph Lauren made in China? Ann Taylor, Hong Kong; MSU baseball hat, Taiwan R.O.C. Shoes were a mix of Brazil, Mexico and China.
Another month of spring lay before us. Many years it feels like there is no spring at all; the days change quickly from winter to summer.
Our guest once lived in Starkville, having gone to college there. Later he continued his stay while working for the Extension Service. He moved away from the South for another job, came back again, then moved away again. And so it was, he came back for an extended visit but a short stay.
In the cool of the morning, a light breeze caused the leaves in the trees to flutter ever so slightly. The soft morning light filtered through the branches. Flowers were in bloom, pinks, yellows and blues. The grass had been cut, as had the fields, so I could see all the way to the lake.
There in the woods, eyes were shining back at me from the light of the flashlight when I was looking for Harry and Wilhelmina, the cats.
Only 80 some-odd days until the official start of summer and for us Southerners, summer will come even sooner. Outside my sunroom windows trees are every color of green, the yellow swamp irises surround the lake waving like flags in the wind, tiny leaves peek out from the crepe myrtles, while daisies abound, and the purple irises look 3 feet tall. Snap dragons from last year are overflowing in window boxes as are a few petunias.
The oddest thing happens every year about this time. Besides the torrential rains, the Pekin ducks come waddling up to the house.
There's an old black and white photograph when I'm about 2 or 3 years old, glued in a faded album. Mother must have taken the photograph because my father is squatting beside me as I hold my Easter basket.
It's midway through the Lenten season and not too late to join in. Some people chose to stop an activity while some chose to start one. Lent is the 40 days before Easter, not counting Sundays. It's a time of giving something up or taking something on as a means of reflection and repentance.
The day started cool, with a gusty wind, and gradually warmed as the sun shone overhead. Sam suggested a drive, which meant heading to the Tombigbee River spillway on the west bank. I was eager to see the area since the last time the river raged and the grassy hill beside the spillway was covered deep in floodwater.
You know that little pooch you get in your stomach as you age, well I just learned it's not your stomach at all.
What if I told you that you could fill a whole big bag full of books of all shapes, sizes and subjects and you'd only have to pay $5. If you're a reader then it would be terrific, but even if you weren't a reader but you knew a reader, it would still be fabulous.
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