Possumhaw: A winter of critters

I called out to Sam, “Come look. It looks like a platypus.”

Possumhaw: The rains came down

After a season of prolonged drought, rain came to the Prairie in the form of storms.

Possumhaw: Dream a little dream of Christmas

‘Tis the season for the onslaught of holiday catalogs. Some days I open the mailbox optimistically hoping I find a catalog or two. Perusing catalogs is a mindless activity that can transport one to another world, something akin to a “Take me away, Calgon” moment or an hour spent on Pinterest.

Possumhaw: Let’s talk turkey

There’s lots to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.

Possumhaw: Then there was rain

Green circles created by circular sprinklers leave the front yard looking like alien spaceships landed. I told a friend deer have come closer to the house than ever before and they were eating the vegetation, pulling flowers from pots; even eating the palm tree fronds and nipping the pineapple plant.

Possumhaw: Soaking in quietness

My “stay-cation” came and went like a dream, as did the quiet.

Possumhaw: A time of quiet reverie

Looking down from my perch at the upstairs window I could see Harry, the cat, sitting on the bridge over the spillway-his favorite spot.

Possumhaw: Oh starry, starry night

Dark was the night, darker the trees. Only the moon allowed me to see …

Possumhaw: Successful soil and seeding

“Where flowers bloom, so does hope.”

Lady Bird Johnson

Planting has always been pretty much hit or miss around here.

Possumhaw: A time to plant

“A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted.” — Ecclesiastes 3:2 This fall will be different. Though the blue Prairie

Possumhaw: A honey moon egg

It was the oddest thing. There beside the ducks’ feeding bowl was a golden egg — seriously, a golden egg.

Possumhaw: A squirrel in hand

The morning temperatures dropped into the low 70’s and we were able to sit on the porch under the twirling ceiling fans. It was lovely for a few days following an awfully blistering summer. A couple of hummingbirds

Possumhaw: Chicken at the Shell station

A couple of weeks ago, a Prairie neighbor, Kathy, said she was passing the Shell Station on the new road while talking on her cell phone when she noticed a banty hen, a real one, standing under the big sign that says “Chix-Fried Chicken.”

Possumhaw: Mystery of the furling flag

Sometimes it’s like other people know something I don’t. Like maybe I didn’t get the password or learn the secret handshake.

Possumhaw: Out of sight, out of mind

The surgeon said, “There’s a small surgical risk that you will lose your sight in your left eye. Without the surgery, it’s a certainty.”

Possumhaw: The poached egg patch

Making my way slowly down the stairway I placed my right hand on the wall while my left hand covered my eye.

Possumhaw: Down comes rain; up goes grass

A couple of years back Sam signed up to cut the grass at the church.

Possumhaw: That’s what I like about the South

Somebody threw out the question what would you miss about the South? Food was a given then it boiled down to friendliness and storytelling. The next day I tried the question on my exercising buddies and the answer was the same. Seems we’ll tell a story at the drop of a hat.

Possumhaw: What would Momma eat?

There’s a lot of eating plans circling around these days with names like “What would Jesus eat,” aka the Mediterranean diet, the Paleo diet, aka “What would a caveman eat,” and all the vegan and vegetarian diets built on what not to let-ever-cross-your-lips diets.

Possumhaw: Summertime, the living is easy

Work in the garden during the early morning to avoid heat stress, and wear a hat and loose clothes. Felder Rushing.