I know this is controversial, but here goes.... I love a good snow–especially a quiet early morning snow–one with large snowflakes gently falling to the ground and a slight wind to carry the snow onto porches–and other covered places.   This was last Saturday–waking up to a blanket of white.  There were a few tiny birds at my feeders on this morning. Over the past few days I haven’t been able to fill the feeders because of the ground being iced over–from a mix of sleet and snow. Slick as...

There we were--a few of us standing in line at the local DG--aka--Dollar General--you know--pick any corner of the map where I live and there is one within hollering distance. Nevertheless, there we were--four of us. Two older gentlemen in front of me with a cart full of drinks and other items and within a few minutes another lady came and stood behind me--her breathing seemed labored--probably from all the rushing around "shopping for last minute snow storm items". Something was said about...

With all the talk about the winter storm coming this weekend, I wanted to share this story, Snowy Days again. I first shared this story, ironically, two years ago--January 20, 2024. And still, in my heart I believe--snow days are some of the best days! Grandma Lackey was a saver–a hoarder to some extent. She saved because at one time she had little to nothing. And she went through hard times dealing with rations--supplies such as sugar and flour and gasoline. After she passed away we found...