Nandinas scraped all the way to the ground when trees felled by Katrina were dragged across them, are fuller and brighter than ever with red berries. You can’t kill a good nandina – or a bad one either.
A December appointment with the dentist brings a fellow patient dressed in pants and a sweater, accented at the neck with a warm scarf whose feet sport glittery flip-flops and raspberry colored toe nails.
The front page of the newspaper regularly carries sports stories covering the top half of the front page with even more details found in the sports section where one might expect them.
A walk down the hill passes a neighbor whose shed features a window box filled with brightly colored artificial flowers.
Every occupant of every car that either meets you or passes you up on the walk waves a friendly hello whether you know them or not.
Roses still bloom in December.
As much as an inch of snow brings talk of business and school closings.
A person with a chronic black thumb [me] may find it actually is turning green.
Winter consists of a handful of days scattered toward the end of December, a couple of weeks each in January and February, and another handful of days scattered through the first of March.
By the time January has made a good appearance, green shoots with the promise of daffodils to come peep out of the ground.
And if you live in South Mississippi, you’ve got to love it!