Arbor Day celebrates awareness of trees within our communities and promotes tree planting across the country. We all know the benefits trees bestowed upon us: Shade, cleaner air, erosion control, wind buffering, wildlife habitat and aesthetic beauty. Of course trees deserve an official day.
Love is in the air and all around us. Of course it is - tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Or the day some women get to shove it in other's faces that their guys are more romantic than theirs. I have lamented that I am not a romantic at heart; I yearn to be, would love to get caught up in the hoopla; maybe it's because I have never been the object of affection that would be in a romantic comedy.
I love my Mama. I do. But if there is one person who can get me on the busy end of a hissie fit, it's that woman.
Inside my jaded little dark heart, I hold a tremendous amount of compassion for children, animals, the elderly and disabled. Three of my four dogs fall in three of those categories. They are old - their human year age rank up in the 90s - they can barely get around and need diapers for dogs; and well, the given is, they are dogs.
January and February are busy months for soil testing here at the extension office. Most people have some free time to prepare their lawns and gardens for the upcoming spring planting.
I don't know how they are going to do it, but they are going to kill off J.R. Ewing. They tried before back in the '80s when Mary Crosby shot him. I remember it, even though I was probably about 8 or so. Mama guessed it was Sue Ellen's sister, Kristin, in the office contest and won a T-shirt that said "I Guessed Who Shot J.R."
Mama used to caution me about what I said when I was younger - not just what I said about people but who I was talking to. "Don't say anything about anyone you wouldn't want to say to their face," she would say. "In fact, it's better to just go ahead and say it to them because chances are whoever you're talking to will go tell them and it won't be the way you said it when they do."
Take a drive around the area and you will notice that many people have muscadine vines growing in their yards. Muscadines are grapes native to America, and they are a staple of home gardens all over the Southeast.
I had found it. Everything that would make my life better could be mine, and I had found it all before 4:30 a.m. And I could get perfection with easy payment plans.
It may be a bit late to say "Happy New Year," but never too late to send congratulations and best wishes. Because of illnesses in my family and because Christmas and New Year's holidays break the routine, my column has taken a back seat. Thanks to some faithful readers who remind me.
Chilly winter days may not seem like the most ideal time for gardening for many people. However, now is the right time to perform lawn and garden maintenance to help prepare the landscape for the coming spring green-up.
The days following the holidays can seem so sad. There's no more tinsel-covered everything; the lingering lights decorating the streets seem discarded and out of place, as if they know they have served their purpose and are about to be stored until the following season.
Pecans are a personal holiday season favorite of mine. My grandmother has been selling bags of pecans for several years as a Christmas fundraiser for her church, and she always puts away a few bags for me to enjoy when I visit.
Have you been hearing erratic scratching noises coming from your ceiling and attic? Chances are you are the victim of a squirrel infestation. Like humans, squirrels prefer a warm, cozy sleeping environment, and your attic just happens to fulfill this requirement. Squirrels are not as easy to control as insects or other wildlife. It takes equal measures of patience and resolve to rid your house of these pesky critters.
"Sign this for me please," Cole asked, thrusting a permission slip into my lap one Sunday afternoon. "What am I signing?" I asked, regarding the piece of paper carefully.
Pansies are the quickest and easiest way to add color to a dull fall landscape. They are a hardy winter annual native to Europe, and most likely a hybrid of Johnny Jump-up flowers. Millions of pansies are grown each year for the Georgia market, and with more than 300 varieties to choose from, you will most certainly find a pansy color to suit your taste.
By nature, I am not a jealous person. Never have been, and don't really see that changing in the future. I believe it to be a supremely petty emotion and the only thing that has ever given me a near pang has been a sassy pair of shoes I spotted on a lady once.