Possumhaw: Havoc in the boat shed
Shirley, my walking partner turned house sitter, reported all went well at the Prairie house while we were away. She had only one scare when she feared Jack, the cat, had expired on the sofa.
Possumhaw: A weekend to nourish
“When did eating naturally become alternative?” It was a weekend to rest and study homesteading arts in a place not unlike the Prairie house only I would not do laundry or cook or even make my bed. I left my laptop and chose instead to take a notebook and a pen.
Possumhaw: The underground hornworm
Ah, back in the Prairie where the hornworm thrives. After trying to grow tomatoes in the greenhouse where the whiteflies were as thick as thieves, I gave up. I tried every means of extermination and nothing worked. So this year I purchased two large planters with a water reservoir.
The new promised land: Big plans for GTR park
The transformation of the prairie into a sprawling industrial haven continues.
Possumhaw: Busy week in the Prairie
On the heels of a quiet, cold winter, the Prairie house became a whirl of activity. It’s good to enjoy those quiet winter days; they don’t last long. Our visiting turkey hunters set out early and came in late, thus we rarely saw our guests. I caught up with my brother, Skip Shelton, coming in at the late hour of 9 p.m. His eyes looked bleary. “You can’t run on a few hours of sleep,” I said.
Ask Rufus: Spring in the Prairie
Prairies form the heart of the Golden Triangle Region. Three miles across the Tombigbee River from Columbus was Pitchlynn’s Prairie, which centered around John Pitchlynn’s 1820s residence.
Ask Rufus: The Prairie
Deeply ingrained in both the history and culture of Northeast Mississippi is the Black Prairie. The prairie takes its name from the dark, almost black soil that typifies its range. From the time of the earliest European-American traders and settlers, the region has attracted attention.
Possumhaw: Ants in the Prairie
Across the back porch scooted a carpenter ant. You have to wonder how they navigate because they stop, turn left, turn right, back up and then file forward again. Carpenter ants are plentiful right now. Sometimes, if I’m feeling so inclined, I get up and step on them. From the road I look like I’m doing the porch Watusi.
Shannon Bardwell: There once was a Prairie …
“You couldn’t pay me to live in the Prairie!” he said. Sam came home and recounted the conversation. “We live in the center of God’s country, and he wouldn’t live in the Prairie for anything. Can you believe that?”