The kids at school said there was a bear on my side of the mountain. They said it was on the Virginia side but they reckoned that the Virginians had run it clear across the mountain and now they just knew it was on my side. Read More
One of the few trees that did not live in my childhood environment in southeast Kentucky was the bald cypress. Now isn't that a strange name for such a lovely tree? This is the story of a tiny seedling that I knew nothing about, one that was guaranteed not to grow here in the flatlands of western Kentucky. Read More
Writing about broom is like opening a hornet's nest. It is well liked in the east, and very much disliked in the west. But it has an interesting history, and therein lies this story. Read More
I spent several summers of my adult life searching for horseweed, only to find out now that I am as old as the hills I grew up in, horseweed is not its name at all. Read More
Bugleweed is another plant that made its way around the mountainside in southeast KY. Read More
I love unusual plants, and I like most insects. Read More
If you plant Black-eyed Susans beside your door, no ants will enter, but the butterflies.....oh, the butterflies, they will just come right on in. Read More
It creeps upon us when we least expect it. One week we are weeding and deadheading from morning till night, then suddenly we are gasping and sweat is pouring down our faces. Read More
When I was growing up, I identified with the wallflower. It had a habit of clinging to walls and I had a habit of clinging to the sidelines of certain social events. Read More
When I was a child, I thought the best parts of a wedding were the bride's dress and the stack cake. Read More
This is one of the funniest Aunt Bett stories I will ever tell you. If you have ever laughed out loud at a most inappropriate time, you will surely understand the quandary I found myself in. A church service is a serious event, but in this one instance.....well, I might as well just take you with me on this little trip back to my twelfth year. Read More
Ahhh, the cornflowers. I can never have enough of them. Read More
Culver's Root scared me to death. Well, even when I was little I was a history buff, and I knew that it had killed Cotton Mather's little girl. Nobody was ever going to get me anywhere near culver's root. If I had to die, it was not going to be by the stalks of a tall skinny plant. Read More
I was as good as gold. I did everything the adults told me to do, particularly if the directive came from Aunt Bett. Read More
Sometimes memories we thought long forgotten become realities again and nearly drive us right out of our gardens. I didn't know what to do about cleavers then, and I really don't know now. Read More
This is not one of my typical stories, but one that is important in its own way. It involves the relationship that developed between me and the black locust that grew in my mother's front yard. Read More
One might think that one great aunt is enough to add spice to your life, but I had another one who added nothing but vinegar. The trouble was, I worried more about her than I worried about Aunt Bett. I shouldn't have, she very nearly outlived me. Read More
There is nothing worse than being a little kid and knowing the adults are talking about something and don't want you to hear. Read More
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