I have often wondered what goes through her mind when she curls herself into a big ball on the sofa and sleeps, and she does this a lot.
Garden catalogs start piling up by the front door at this time of year, and our two recent cold spells gave me time to look at them.
The weather to start 2018 has certainly been crazy.
I've been hearing and reading comments about the extreme cold we're experiencing and how unusual it is. But to tell you the truth, these temperatures are not that unusual.
Well, hello 2018. Can you believe it? It seems like only last week it was 2017.
With the New Year's Eve champagne barely behind us, 2018 unfolds full of promise and challenge.
If you've been thinking about gardening this holiday season, it's probably about poinsettias and other decorative indoor plants.
For the last Southern Gardening column of 2017, I want to take a look back at some of my absolute favorite plants from my home landscape this past year.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, even though technically I have already had one.
As gardeners make New Year's resolutions for their landscapes in 2018, I want to encourage all of them to resolve to correctly prune crape myrtles from this day forward.
Most folks have poinsettias and entertaining on the agenda during the holidays, but for this week's column, I want to highlight a plant that has been an outstanding performer for me all year.
It was a few weeks before Christmas in 1981 and all the halls of Richton Elementary School came alive with handmade Santa Clauses made from construction paper, scissors and glitter.
It seems like I've seen Christmas decorations in stores for at least a couple of months.
Just last night while lying in bed with my Great Dane, flannel pajamas and the classic holiday movie "A Christmas Carol" playing, I sipped hot chocolate from my favorite Rudolph mug, the one with the chip on it.
Have a Holly Jolly Christmas and Happy Holidays, whichever you celebrate.
Celebrating Thanksgiving with family and friends got me thinking about traditions and beliefs, some popular in the distant past but gone by the wayside today.
My Christmas list to Santa reads quite differently than the one I penned under the supervision of my third-grade teacher, Mrs. Jeffcoats, all those years ago.
The last two weeks, I've told you about two of my top three cool-season flowering bedding plants.
"Look at lights! Look at lights!" She was too young for much of a vocabulary, but her exuberance transcended the need for words.
There are so many things I miss about Thanksgiving now that the light in my little stone cottage on Dykes Chapel Road has dimmed.