Today is the first day of school for Whitfield County Schools, three weeks later than usual. It is gray and gloomy outside and I’m feeling melancholy, to use an old-fashioned term. This is my second “first day of school” as a retired media specialist, and I feel a little lonely. I'm missing that first day… Continue reading First Day of School
This morning the weather was not as hot and miserable as it has been, so I got out my clippers and headed to the garden. My tomato plants have been neglected while I was off on my trip to beautiful New York State visiting my son and daughter-in-law and her family, and I needed to… Continue reading What is sapping your energy?
My cucumber vines were almost dead when I came back last week from my short trip to North Carolina to visit my cousin Garner and her family. The miserable heat and lack of rain had dried them up and they lay brown and listless on the ground. I gave them a long drink with the… Continue reading From flower to cucumber
I have a basket that I picked up for a dollar at a flea market and each summer I fill it with moss and plant flowers in it. This year I had an overabundance of purple, pink and blue impatiens so I planted them in the basket and put it in my flower garden in… Continue reading Withering in the Sun
I have struggled with this blog post all week. Talking about race is hard, especially in the South and especially for those my age and older. I consider myself open-minded, Christian, loving, and educated, yet I find that over and over and over I must dig deep to root out the prejudices that are deeply… Continue reading Confessions of a Southern White Woman
Under the Magnolia Tree 