When handsome young bachelor Salem Gibson readily agreed to be interviewed for my Valentine column, I thought I was going to get some real advice on attractiveness between the sexes, something like, "A girl chases a boy like the cheese chases the mouse."
With extremely warm weather in the fall and so far this winter, many of our flowering landscape plants are really confused.
It doesn't get better than a good devil's food cake made from scratch, with milk chocolate buttercream frosting, the kind my granny made and most likely passed down from her granny, too.
Every gardener I know is asking the same question: When's spring going to get here? No doubt we are getting close.
Somewhere along the way I seem to have developed a fondness for Professor Henry Higgins of "My Fair Lady" fame.
I remember as a little boy hiding underneath the mahogany dining table, holding my knees in my hands for no reason except that I could.
One of the grandest and maybe gaudiest garden and landscape shows is the blooming of the Southern indica azaleas.
Old houses make my heart beat fast -- the chipping paint and aged patina of a 100-year-old fašade and the view from weathered windows looking out through giant oaks toward the river.
Just as it seems I'm finally settling into the winter color season and noticing how good all the pansies and violas are looking, it's time to start planning for spring.
I was first introduced to Monopoly from the swivel bar stools of my family's kitchen, and it was there on Mama's yellow Formica bar that I learned about making deals, taking chances, and how one never wants to go directly to jail.
By this time Christmas is long gone. Even Epiphany.
Since cold weather has finally arrived, the summer color plants are deciding enough is enough.
With cooler weather finally showing up over the Christmas holidays, I'm going to share a few thoughts and ideas to start in on the garden this first week of 2016.
I hear the bells ringing in the church towers every night, but it's the sound of the whistling train near the river that carries me back to being a little boy following after my older brothers near the tracks of my childhood.
It made me uneasy as I cut into the hem, the scissors traveling across what seemed like oceans of sparkling blue fabric, and with each turn, my mind wandered back to all the times she wore the peacock shirt.
For us Christmas has been a peak of the whole family of 14 over for a full day on Dec. 19, followed by two weeks of the laziest days I've ever spent.
I remember it like it was yesterday. Daddy wore his brown leather blazer, always a siren to alert us that we were destined for town.
Like many home gardeners, I believe I'll always remember the name of every plant I bring home from the garden center.
My holidays are not like old black and white films where the family sits around the piano belting out carols. Trust me.
Ornamental grasses are reliable warm-season performers that keep on giving, even in winter landscapes.