It seems that the winter from Hades is finally over. We will probably not have another freeze for many months, the tornadoes have moved on (cross your fingers), and the monsoons have dissipated -- for now.
I love women. As far back as I can remember, I have always adored them.
Flowers are always high on the gift list for Mother's Day, and rose plants for the garden are a great way to remember the day year after year.
My week started with happy announcements and plans for celebrations.
With the chance of any more spring freezes getting lower by the day, the typical home gardener is out looking for plants for when the summer temperatures start to rise. Annual flowering vinca is one that really brightens up our Mississippi summer landscapes.
Settling into my styling chair for the first time, Emily Haxton wasn't the least bit interested in the current edition of Veranda or a petit four, because she was wearing that oh-too-familiar frown of a woman not in love with her hair.
It seems that spring has finally come to the Golden Triangle -- and not a moment too soon.
It was one of those days. I am told everybody has them.
As a little boy stepping on my mama's heels, holidays were the most exciting time. I had the kind of mama that moved Heaven and earth for her children, especially at Easter.
Last week Chris and I immersed ourselves in a journey of literacy. Although we only traveled to nearby Starkville and Caledonia, our short excursions spanned generations, and introduced us to many smart people with a passion for reading.
Once upon a time I attended some Highland games in Scotland.
This winter we have seen some mighty cold weather in our gardens and landscapes. As a result, we'll see damage to some landscape plants and we'll lose others. And with some plants, there will be surprises.
Easter bonnets might very well be a Southern thing, but they're a Southern thing I adore.
My two favorite cities, Columbus and New Orleans, have much in common.
We baby boomers have had reasons to be slightly arrogant. For a long time it seemed that the world was spinning beneath our feet. We were like the ballerina in a music box, twirling in front of a mirror that reflected only us.
Sometimes the best medicine comes from within -- a prescription of peace and tranquility. It also never hurts to add a dose of your favorite stylist to treat those side effects still lingering from a blah winter.
Shopping in a garden center in the spring confronts visitors with an almost dizzying array of new plants with flower colors that seem to go beyond our imagination.
Furry Easter Bunny ears, speckled eggs, baskets galore have been in my peripheral vision this season -- so far. I walked right by them all the other day in my hunt for the perfect flat iron.
March is that month that is supposed to come in like a lion, but go out like a lamb. Yet as I sit writing this while the end of the month approaches, I imagine what I am seeing is more like a disgruntled, soggy lion, slogging around in the rain puddles, head hanging low, mane dripping.
Thank heavens, spring is finally here! This winter will go down in history as one of the most brutal ever. In the Golden Triangle, we had a much easier experience than in other parts of the country. Here, there were no blizzards; massive, icy traffic jams; or loss of power. But, lordy, it was cold.
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