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Possumhaw: Plan, list, check it off

Posted 8/8/2020 in Local Columns

Last week I received a Wall Street Journal article written by Ellen Byron from a friend. The article reported an increase in sales of calendars and personal planners, day-timers, notebooks and other means of keeping a schedule.


Possumhaw: Splish splash, takin' a bath

Posted 8/3/2020 in Local Columns

Finally, a much-needed rain. The ground is deep with cracks, wide as a quarter. Until recently the trees were lush with leaves, the grass was healthy and flowers were blooming, nurtured by morning dew and evening rains.


Possumhaw: Living the farm life

Posted 7/20/2020 in Local Columns

The longer we stay home sheltering the more I start feeling like a farm girl. If there had to be a sheltering time, spring and summer seasons were good choices. The grass gets mowed more often, the fields get bushhogged regularly.


Possumhaw: Of fowl and fawn

Posted 7/11/2020 in Local Columns

Truly, for all the troubles we've had as a country and community, there's still a beautiful world out there. While sheltering at home we've built flower beds and tended to them better than ever because we've had time on our hands and dirt under our fingernails.


Possumhaw: Hook, line and sinker

Posted 7/6/2020 in Local Columns

Possumhaw: Save the fish; protect the turtle

Posted 6/30/2020 in Local Columns

From the breakfast table I could see Harry, the boy cat, peering through the picket fence into the perennial garden. You would think by now whenever Harry is transfixed on something, I would check it out.


Possumhaw: His banner over me is love

Posted 6/19/2020 in Local Columns

The day passed hardly without my notice when on June 14, I opened a devotional reading titled "Rallying to the Flag." The American flag that reigned over my mailbox had been whipped to smithereens by the wind.


Possumhaw: Expect the unexpected

Posted 6/15/2020 in Local Columns

Out came the bicycles, having been in storage for about six to eight years. Sam aired up the tires and checked over the bikes' mechanics. They were maybe a little dusty and a little rusty. We wiped them down and decided to take a short spin.


Possumhaw: Come, sit a spell

Posted 6/8/2020 in Local Columns

Possumhaw: Mystery in the making

Posted 6/1/2020 in Local Columns

Gazing out the sunroom window I noticed movement in the garden's raised bed. Just over the top of the railroad tie, something brown went around and around.


Possumhaw: Nothing lasts forever

Posted 5/18/2020 in Local Columns

It was 1998 and life was busy, often hectic, when I stepped into a small bookstore off the cobblestone street in Clinton, Mississippi. There I discovered "The Art of Doing Nothing," by Veronique Vienne. I was intrigued by the title and the beautiful cover. I like to judge a book by its cover, so I bought it.


Possumhaw: Save for mothers, who would be here?

Posted 5/9/2020 in Local Columns

"Mrs. Sharp's Traditions" initial printing was in 1990; the reprint and revision in 2001. I had the good fortune to find a copy. Page 129 describes Mother's Day traditions.


Possumhaw: Make yourself at home

Posted 5/4/2020 in Local Columns

The porch had been pressure washed, furniture cleaned and plants arranged. I invited a friend over for coffee. In advance I directed her to proceed to the back porch when she arrived. There she would find two Adirondack chairs facing each other from a good 8 feet apart.


Possumhaw: Keeping it simple

Posted 4/27/2020 in Local Columns

The sun is peaking in and out from behind the clouds. It's a lovely day, though a wee bit chilly. The roses are putting on a spectacular show.


Possumhaw: It takes a village

Posted 4/20/2020 in Local Columns

Searching for quotes on bravery, self-sacrifice, maybe courage, I stumbled into the Derbyshire village of Eyam, England, in the year 1665. English villages fascinate me as I now have a friend living in one and follow a blogger living in another -- quaint cobblestone streets, outdoor markets, small brick homes with flowering window boxes and bucolic pastures, home to grazing sheep.


Possumhaw: Finding a quiet shelter

Posted 4/13/2020 in Local Columns

The coronavirus has given a whole new meaning to spring cleaning.


Possumhaw: Old man in the ER

Posted 4/6/2020 in Local Columns

Why I didn't think of it before, I don't know. Actually, I thought Philip would be retired by now.


Possumhaw: What you can, while you can

Posted 3/28/2020 in Local Columns

It would be so easy to pull up a chair and sit by the window and do nothing all day long except watch bluebirds fly in and out of the bluebird box or watch swallowtail butterflies flit here and there on the wild cherry tree.


Possumhaw: Safe and sound at home

Posted 3/23/2020 in Local Columns

If ever there was a good season to draw close to home, this would have to be it. The sun shines, the flowers bloom, the clover multiplies, the birds sing, the bees buzz. Dandelions open fully in the mornings.


Possumhaw: All about life and honeybees

Posted 3/16/2020 in Local Columns

There's more about honeybees I don't know than I do know. That's a phrase we use a lot here at the Bardwell abode. Not the honeybee part but the what we don't know part



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