I have always had an affinity for the color brown, which is a good thing because right now some of my normally-green garden is various hues of sepia from the heat and drought.
My definition of a fisherman is a person who has a very real fondness for dropping a cane pole attached to a line with a cork, fishhook and worm on the end into a murky muddy whole filled with fish.
To the Editor:
One of your readers suggested Trump supporters should examine themselves. I can suggest the same for the person who wrote that article.
Sept. 29, 1994
Gov. and Mrs. Kirk Fordice greeted people at the Kosciusko-Attala County Vocational Center on Monday. The governor was in town to announce the opening of a new plant, Electrical Cord Sets.
Some of the most unusual, ancient creatures on earth are living in your garden, happily weathering the worst weather thrown their way. Some gardeners see them as monsters, which is sorta the truth.
I must be one of the luckiest people in the whole world. I have won about six cruises, have several thousands of dollars sitting in a government fund I never claimed, and just yesterday, I was selected to purchase a wide screen television at cost. How about that for good for
I cannot imagine a more boring topic than mulching the garden. But I respect it, though in last week’s heat it almost killed me.