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I’ve tried for years to naturalize calla lilies. The lilies would never produce any flowers, even though they have spread quite nicely. This year…a bloom! Why do I care? Obviously, there’s a subset of those who look like me and it might be quite large that doesn’t care. A male who appears to be Black…

We use words to communicate. In the English language, we use the same word to mean different things…all depends on context. Take the word “blue”. Are we talking about a color or a feeling? Take the word “stroke”. Are you referring to a medical condition? A hand movement sensuous or otherwise? A line on a…

The western construct of time is a stressful invention and one doesn’t realize its negative affect on one’s life until one is freed of its constraints. Now that I am retired, every day…time is my own. Today, it rained. Rain days are weeding days, searching for pop-ups, listening to the rain, the thunder….watching the flashes…

The above pictures one of my Azalea shrubs, with a tad of an evergreen shrub. From one perspective, it kind of looks like a lush forest. Pictures are like that. One interprets a picture from one’s knowledge and perspective. This Azalea is a testament to nature’s resiliency. In December of last year, there was a…

Wine..my first memory of wine is my father telling my mother that my grandmother’s jam cake had caused a knot to form on his tongue. Wine was an ingredient in the cake and the cake was soaked in wine. My grandmother had used her homemade grape wine. Seems like that year, the wine had a…

(An aside–the picture is of what I say is a gargoyle, but is technically a statuary lawn ornament in the image of a grotesque. I say this because gargoyles and grotesques are architectural ornaments attached to a building. Gargoyles are functional rain spouts and grotesques are ornamental superstition. A gargoyle is a grotesque with a…

Volunteers are awesome!

I have to explain the reference to “horse needles”. During the 1950s and 1960s, there were not many doctors who would treat Black patients. Some towns were lucky and had access to a Black doctor. H’ville had a Black doctor who owned his own hospital. I and all my siblings were born in that hospital.…

Still in the 1960s. August 8th was a big part of our summers during the 1960s. I did not attend the August 8th celebrations during the 1970s (college, etc.) and did not return until the late 1980s. Every summer, we looked forward to the August 8th celebration in A’ville. At the time, it was the…