I tried to go to a football game at Ole Miss recently; and, let me tell you, it ain't what it used to be.
Even though outside temperatures are still quite balmy, we are moving into winter.
Heirloom vegetables get their fair share of gardening attention, but many homeowners don't realize that some ornamental plants are considered heirlooms as well.
Purple rhinestones adorning Loretta Lynn, a red sequined gown showcasing Tammy Wynette's curves, and a giant jellyfish -- no, it's not just a vivid dream.
The eyes are supposed to be the windows to the soul.
My great-granddaughter, the first one in a new generation in our family, Mackenzie Loecher, was born Oct. 17.
I like the changing of the seasons, as it means we get to plant a new set of color annuals like pansies, violas and dianthuses.
An important step in keeping year-round color in the garden and landscape is planting and transitioning the annual color plants.
One can say my best friend Chastity Hope and I have fallen together into what Dr. Seuss refers to as "mutual weirdness."
Not all change is progress.
"Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat."
At the 43rd annual Ornamental Field Day at the South Mississippi Branch Experiment Station in Poplarville, one plant that drew a lot of attention was the exotic-looking King Tut papyrus.
When I woke up Saturday morning, the cool air felt like getting a visit from an old friend.
Having reached my present age, I have spent much of my allotted time in hospitals, even working in the laboratory of one for several years.
I always enjoy the shift from summer to fall, but determining when the seasons actually change can be a bit confusing.
Last week I dug way down into an oversized cardboard box marked "fall decor from Mississippi," pulling out glittered pumpkins, ghords and fall leaves clinging to grapevine garlands almost as tightly as I cling to the memories of time gone by.
I was that shy, awkward little boy in elementary school who lived for turning ordinary pinecones into colorful turkeys with just the help of Elmer's glue, construction paper and glitter.
Whoever said, "Old age is not for sissies" really knew whereof he spoke.
The story you are about to read is true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent gardener. This is South Mississippi. My name is Bachman. I'm an Extension horticulture specialist.