Last week, as temperatures dropped and gray clouds rolled across Dawson County, locals got that certain look in their eyes.
Buying herbicides can be a challenge.
All of us have read the claims of amazing fruits and vegetables. Robert Westerfield, Georgia Extension Horticulturist, offers several rules to follow before purchasing unknown fruits to avoid disappointment and wasted money.
Because of newspaper schedules, I actually wrote this column last year and it is being published this year.
Well it's over. Another Christmas has come and gone.
I've lived several places around this state. Some of them were named for Revolutionary War heroes, former presidents or places in Europe.
The polls show that 96 percent of Americans celebrate Christmas, while 5 percent observe Hanukkah and 2 percent celebrate Kwanzaa. Some celebrate more than one.
All year long I write articles about everything from shrubs to you name it. Since it's almost Christmas, please permit me to set aside my "normal" topics and reflect on the true meaning of Christmas.
Dear Santa: Well, it's that time again and I thought I would write you. Postage has gone up and I just thought I'd save a little bit by publishing it in the paper.
I remember as a child going with my father to cut a Christmas tree on our family farm.
The official start of winter is Dec. 21, and the recent temperatures only remind us of the cold days ahead.
There is nothing pretty about the little bird in our Christmas tree. It is made of that shiny metallic stuff that most Christmas ornaments are made of. It has a tail that looks more like a brush. Instead of feet, it has a spring-loaded clip to attach it to the tree.
Perhaps we all are guilty of overeating at Thanksgiving, but that's usually only a one-day binge, plus good leftovers. Now the round of Christmas luncheons, dinners and parties have begun and there is not much recuperating time between the food binges. Also, exercise time may get overlooked.
I wish I had a dime for every time someone asked me what type of grass will grow best in full shade.
It was 40 years ago, about this time of year that I repented of my sins and was baptized. At 9, my list of sins paled in comparison to some of the whoppers I committed over the ensuing years.
There's been so much disturbing news lately that I thought I'd share a couple of different "bits." They both came from forwarded emails, so perhaps you have seen them, but they bear repeating.