You know, I saw a meme once depicting a man straddled across a stairway with one foot on a ladder and the other braced on the wall. The caption said, "Why women live longer than men."
Two weeks into fall and walking across the yard feels like walking on potato chips.
It was 1992 when a friend asked me to a Tim McGraw concert at the MSU Coliseum with free tickets. I said "Yes," having no idea who Tim McGraw was. By the time we were on our way to the concert I was outfitted in cowboy boots, jeans and a plaid shirt. When Garth Brooks came in 1992 as County Music Entertainer of the Year, I was there.
It was midday and only 79 degrees; the wind was slightly blowing while clouds covered the sky. Hallelujah, a little break in the weather, though the earth was still dry and desert-like.
Leaves are starting to flutter across the yard onto the porches. A massive number are falling from the ash tree down to the deck. Sweeping may last a day, and then the surface is covered again.
Standing on the porch overlooking the small pond I see reeds on the far side lying on the surface of the water. At least I think they're reeds; I go inside and get the binoculars.
A man accused of stealing a car out of Carthage has been arrested in Starkville.
Way back then there was no caller ID or hitting a button to decline calls, so I answered the phone. It was a representative from Nielsen Media Research. She asked if I'd be interested in joining the Nielsen TV family. The TV family are people chosen to allow Nielsen to measure their TV viewing and radio listening. While I was flattered, I responded, "The only problem is I don't own a TV."
R.C. White's book "Ten Million Kisses" turned over in my hands. If ever a cover attracted my attention this one did. A handsome soldier embraces his girl. The cover is done in deep sepia like photographs stored in boxes and albums from my mom and dad of the same era.
Here's a little follow-up from last week's Possumhaw on rain and how you might conserve water to make it work for you.
The rains came down and the floods came up. The phone continually sent flood alerts while Tropical Storm Barry made headway. But a day later, from my window on the world, rain was falling in a patch about 12 feet by 12 feet on the east side of the lake dock. The rest of the lake's surface was perfectly still. I wondered just how much new-to-me information I could find about rain. Turns out, it was quite a lot.
Kat was a young woman when we met. Fresh out of college and living in a small rental house just out from Starkville. I had furniture needing a new home and gave it to Kat to incorporate into her home. We became friends, and then not long after, Kat moved away.
The Prairie has been unusually wild in the past week. A full-grown doe feeds in the middle of the sedge field in broad daylight. Her red hide shines in the sunlight. She ambles and nibbles, raising her head now and then as she stares with doe eyes.
Every morning I plan my day and make lists. As quickly as the thoughts came, I remembered women I had seen in a Honduras village. I'll call this one Abagail.
It's a beautiful time to be in the Prairie. There have been days of cool breezes, warm sunshine and spotty rain showers.
Sam walked in the door asking, "What happened on the porch? It looks like a gale force wind swept through."
Sitting on the front porch drinking my morning coffee, I noticed a tremendous number of pollinators.
The rains have subsided so the plants require watering every morning, and most evenings, having barely survived the heat of the day. And every morning on my rounds, I examine which plants have been plucked by the innocent-looking deer that bedded down in the field the night before.
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