One morning recently, as I was lingering over my breakfast coffee in front of the TV, I saw a program (maybe "The Today Show") that listed the top movies by attendance for a certain period.
One the benefits of being a gardener is that most of the time, I'm paying attention to what's going on in the landscape and beyond. I've found that Mother Nature gives us clues, especially around the seasonal transitions.
Buns are everywhere. Now before your mind drifts to one of those hot, cinnamon-sprinkled, icing-drizzled delights, just know that I am referring to men's hair buns.
Many homeowners consider it a point of pride to have a nicely manicured landscape.
When I open my mouth, my mother comes out.
If I didn't know better, I would swear that Mother Nature is teasing us.
Mama always had her bottle of Oil of Olay night cream on her vanity keeping company with Estee Lauder's White Linen eau de parfum on her mahogany dresser, beside the Bible.
We tend to put people in boxes these days, usually appending the description "disorder" to our description itself of them.
Two of my nieces are, as the more ladylike members of the Dykes Chapel Road community used to say, "in the family way" or "with child."
A little planning and planting early in the season can really pay off with big color during the dog days of summer that we're "enjoying" right now.
I remember sitting on the hard floors of the porches of my youth listening to old men and women telling stories while swatting flies from wooden rocking chairs.
There is a phenomenon in physics called entanglement.
I have had my fair share of sunglasses -- the good, the bad and the ugly.
During the annual dog days of summer, it's a really good thing to have reliable plants in the garden and landscape.
I am not Cait, but this is my story.
I have said that I was not going to get involved in the issue of the Mississippi flag, but like lemmings rushing to the sea where they drown themselves, I find myself blurting out a few thoughts, although I have no wish to offend anybody.
One of the most frequent calls I get in the summer concerns lawns and ground covers under trees, where sunlight is limited.
"I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year." Charles Dickens was right. Christmas melted even the heart of Ebenezer Scrooge.
Do you remember the old "society columns" in which "Little Miss Precious Plutocrat motored to Birmingham yesterday with her mother, Mrs. Pomposity Plutocrat, for a day of shopping and luncheon with her aunt and cousin, Mrs. Genuine Gotrocks and little Miss Hotcha Gotrocks."