My friend, Carmen Haynes, shot this photo of Rudolph – and I think Donner and Nixen – in her backyard. They were feasting on her rose bushes. At first she thought they were common Mississippi white tailed deer, but the hats tipped her off.
“On the Sunday morning sidewalk..”
That tune reverberated through my head as I limped home after working for five hours at the Johnny Cash Flower Pickin’ Festival – held today in my hometown. Continue reading
I’m wondering if they give a Nobel Peace Prize in the category of food. If so, I think I may have it locked up with my solution to the problem of world hunger!
It came to me like a bolt out of the blue as I was driving to Nashville last week to visit my son. It’s a long drive and my mind wandered all over the road as I tried to prevent myself from dying of boredom.
About the time I crossed the Tennessee line I began to notice the kudzu vines that were running rampant over trees, telephone poles and even an occasional house or two. It was almost a beautiful sight to behold. The vine formed mile after mile of bizarre sculptures I renamed “Kudzillas.” If I squinted my eyes slightly, I could make out all kinds of images – a cowboy riding a horse, a green wedding cake – and one even resembled my mother-in-law.”
I once read that kudzillas can grow a foot a day during the summer months traversing a full 60 feet in one growing season. While it’s become Continue reading