Some states in the northeast have been invaded by cicadas this month.
The older leaves of your Southern Magnolia are yellow and dropping all over the lawn. The remaining green leaves are even hanging down, giving the plant a sad, sickly look.
As I write this, it's been raining so much the past few days. Of course, my ferns are joyfully soaking up every raindrop.
Many gardeners try to give their landscape the feel of an informal cottage garden. This garden concept has a loose, flowing feel, kind of like you just let plants grow wherever they happen to pop up in the landscape.
This is Mother's Day, that occasion set aside to pay tribute to the women who got us started in life.
If we ever move into the warmer -- even hotter -- summer season, I'm looking forward to the prolific flowering of calibrachoa.
We sat at the kitchen table conversing over coffee. In time, Heather noticed that Chloe, the youngest, had disappeared.
Like many home gardeners, I used to put plants in my landscape without worrying about labels because I was sure I'd remember what was planted where. And like most of you, I would end up scratching my head wondering what I had planted where.
I love stories about magic. Geese lay golden eggs, straw is spun into gold, and genies grant wishes with only a rub or three on a brass lamp. Of course, we know that life is not a fairy tale.
Has the search for blue flowers left you feeling blue?
One question I am asked most often by women is about stains -- not the red wine stains on your favorite sofa or grass-stained couture from an outdoor picnic, but instead the ones you hope will stick around.
Never having received an accolade myself, I decided the next best thing would be to create one.
Most of the time, Mississippi seems like an island, surrounded by the rest of the states. In many ways, that is a good thing. This state, especially the Golden Triangle area, has less crime than many other places and possesses a wealth of creative talent and natural beauty.
Life is filled with second chances. Criminals reform. Rock stars make comebacks. Sinners repent. And, after love is lost, broken hearts mend, usually to love again.
With spring in the air and our landscapes waking up from their long winter's nap, Mississippi gardeners jump into the many chores needed to get gardens off to the right start.
One of the flowering plants I remember from my youth is the cleome. I loved these tall plants with flowers I thought looked a little spidery.
I live a life that jetsetters would envy. My jaunts up and down Highway 45 North and through downtown Columbus could be the inspiration for a romance novelist. Those occasional journeys to Starkville or West Point probably set the "Beautiful People's" hearts aflutter.
Recently I spent a few days in a city so cold my nose did not warm up for a week. In all that bitter chill I was surprised not to notice a single fur coat. I saw many of those puffy coats and jackets that are efficiently warming, but no fur that I recall.
The Ole Homestead is one of the oldest homes in north Mississippi. The house is a vernacular raised cottage that stylistically reflects a Creole influence. Built between 1821 and 1829, it is the oldest known surviving building within the original town limits of Columbus. It is also believed to be the third oldest surviving raised cottage in Mississippi and is probably the oldest one surviving north of the old Natchez District.
It is once again that wonderful season of the year. Not to be confused with cold and flu season, or football season, or even hunting season. This is the time when we welcome our visitors from alternate realities, the ones we call "pilgrims."
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