Shades of Scarlett O’Hara! It’s honeysuckle time. The lovely fragrance wafts across my backyard, inviting bees, butterflies, and thoughts of mint juleps, carriage rides, and a slower, more romantic time. When my backyard carries this elusive, warm weather fragrance, I know that cold weather has truly passed. Flowers are blooming, birds are building nests. It’s […]
Jun 1, 2021
What Is So Rare As
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If you’re one of those lucky people born this month, you’ve got a lot of good things going for you. First, there’s your birthstone–you have two of them! The pearl and the Alexandrite are yours. Flowers? Also two–the rose and the honeysuckle. So, you’re bright and shiny, have infinite value, and smell good too. How […]
Aug 15, 2020
A Day in the Life of
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Somehow, we missed the rain that parts of Oklahoma got yesterday. In places, six to eight inches fell, but here? We got a lot of boastful thunder, booming around the heavens and scaring small dogs, but it was all a lot of noise. No rain. All in all, it was a beautiful day, made even […]
Aug 4, 2020
Augustus and His Namesake
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If you have an August birthday, you were born in an interesting month–a month with a history. To start with, it was once called Sextilis and was the sixth month. Then, along came powerful Augustus Caesar. It was renamed August in the year 8 B.C. The lovely Peridot is your birth stone and you have […]
Jul 22, 2020
Dry Thunderstorm
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Last night, we had another dry thunderstorm–the second one this month. According to what I’ve read, these are common in western states during late spring and early summer, but, for goodness sake! Arkansas is not west. I’d just as soon not have them. Caused by excessive heat and dry air, they present a lot of […]
Jul 20, 2020
Southern Summer Nights
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Southern summer nights–a hint of honeysuckle on an errant breeze, the cicadas’ grating song. From a tangle of tree limbs, an owl asks his eternal question. Past and present blur into one. This could be a hundred years ago, or it could be now. The evenings are the same. People move through, one era closes […]
