Hinds County News
Our first snow has fallen,
Our first snow came, on Friday, the day after one of the most pleasant weather days in my memory, Thursday the 17th of November, the high that day was 75 degrees, no wind just a gentle breeze from the South. The pups and I spent the entire day outside.
I cut greenery, and made wreathes for my doors, windows and gates. That is going to be a lot of green and red on this little house….But, the southern side of me knows, “It is not done until it is overdone” But my southern side also knows, there is a fine line that you cross over to “tacky”. But southerners, especially southern women, possess a very valuable gift, they have an innate, you might even say God given ability to hone in on tacky, we KNOW what tacky looks like.
But we, ourselves, we NEVER EVER do tacky….Our friends and our neighbors…they are the ones who do tacky. And we do not mind at all saying how tacky they are. Oh! Not to them, not to their faces…we would never do that…that would be tacky.
Southerners, particularly the ladies, also have the unique ability, an art really, to carefully pick their words, say them in a sweet tone, wearing a charming smile, that never hurts feelings. They say things like “Interesting”, "Fascinating", they will reach far to find something nice to say, “oh what a great color!”
Wait! Wait! This reminds me! let me tell you about a friend and what she did, that left us all rather stunned and without words…It was winter, everything had turned brown in her yard….Our friend got up in the middle of the night and took cans of green paint and went outside and sprayed all the brown plants in her yard green. Her only statement about the incident was “I just got tired of looking out the window and all I could see was brown.”
Our friend had recently lost her husband, so we attributed to the late-night painting spree to her loss. So, the worst that was ever said, but repeated over and over was “Bless her heart she in mourning.” She never did it again. (I know some of you Edwards folks remember this event)
So anyway where was I before I got off on that…..Oh yes I remember! The day before first snow.
Around noon, my brother stopped by and we ate a nice lunch of my homemade Tamales, salsa, from one of the last farmer’s markets, and sour cream…we ate in my little building.
When he left, I took the wreathes to the garage, for safe keeping until after the snow, and high winds that were forecast to come with the snow, then I sweep out the little building. The rest of the afternoon the pups and I spent watching the sky, as the sun went down, it spread a subtle glow of gold, lite up the beautiful church across the avenue….It was a grand day!
In fact, the pups and I sat in little building, until the street lights came on, I did not want the day to end, so Emma and I went for a walk, my house is a block from downtown, we walked toward town, the store windows were brightly lit, in the windows were Christmas trees, snow men, dolls and toy soldiers…
We walked and we walked, back home I went to close the little building for the night, instead I sat back down and watched it get darker and darker.
Summer was gone, there would be snow on the ground tomorrow. I felt not unlike I did after Angela and Adam had left home, and they would come back for a visit. When they left…. John and I would stand on the porch, and watch as they drove out the driveway, down the hill, over the railroad tracks, up the hill and turn the corner by the old water tower….when they finally disappeared from sight, John would sit down in his rocking chair, I would go to the swing….and we would just sit….sometimes we cried.
Wishing you a Merry Christmas from Mississippi On the Plains