As I got dressed this morning, I realized the end is near. The end of summer whites, that is. Pulling on my white, linen skirt, it occurred to me that I need to get all the wear I can out of my white skirts, white capris, white shorts, and, of course, white shoes, before the … Continue reading The end is near
Year: 2011
What I am not
I am a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother, a friend. I am a writer, a painter, a teller of tales, tall and true. I am the Queen of all I that see, but also the maid, the gardener, the chief cook and bottlewasher. I am many things, but there is one thing I … Continue reading What I am not
Fish are jumpin’…
Ahhh...Summertime. My summers were spent at the home of my maternal grandparents, Granny and Baw to me, under the watchful eye of Sarah, their housekeeper and my companion. Most of the morning, I would wander around their expansive yard, playing house under the scuppernong arbors, catching tadpoles in the goldfish pond, or picking blackberries with … Continue reading Fish are jumpin’…
Long live the King!
I come from a land where the peach is queen. There are peach parks, peach festivals, a real live peach queen, and even a water tower devoted to her luscious, ruddy being. For several months in the summer, every magazine, cooking show, and commentary is devoted to recipes for cobblers and ice creams, tales of eating … Continue reading Long live the King!