Amy has been in Texas visiting her family this week while I stayed home with the kids. She was going to be gone during the Fourth of July, but I was determined that we would still enjoy the day's festivities.
While there are eclectic readers out there, most of us tend to read one or two specific genres of books. Naturally we prefer certain topics and styles over others. I usually navigate towards science fiction, fantasy, mainstream fiction or biographies.
Over the past few days, I have received a number of phone calls about trees, and whether or not they should be taken out or left. Much of the concern has been due to the weather we have had over the past couple of weeks.
You know it's early July when you hear the crickets at dusk, see the fireflies blinking in the darkness or eat your first homegrown tomato sandwich of the year. These are some of the wonderful sounds, sights and tastes of living in the South that are soothing to our senses after a warm summer day.
There are a lot of things that let me know that summertime is back: barbecues, spending time at the pool with the kids and the smell of gardenias. But the one telltale is seeing stalks of corn emerge from everyone's vegetable garden.
My brother-in-law, Rodney, is a farmer of the most admirable kind. He farms, despite the heartbreaks, hard times, hot sun and little pay, because he loves it. Not even the relentless stronghold of healthy kudzu could choke the passion for farming from him. He is devoted to the land and what it brings. Good or bad.
Rabbiteye blueberries are native to Georgia and compose most of our commercial blueberries production. In 2008, Georgia ranked fourth in blueberry production by producing 41 million pounds. Georgia has more than 16 thousand acres of blueberries.