Mother’s Day has been a time-honored tradition in Hurricane, Pinedale, Rocky Ford, and Sand Springs as I was fortunate as a child to have known my great-grandmothers, my grandmothers, and
The Deep South always has this fluctuating weather during the winter as one day it is very cold and clear, but then like today, it is rainy with all outdoor surfaces coated in a thin sheen of moisture that makes for a walking challenge on most concrete surfaces. As the deer season is winding down at the end of the month, itâs been some type of hunt since October for our family and for their friends. I was thinking about several weeks of inactivity there, but I noticed new turkey calls on the counter that feature family membersâ photos in the workmanship of the wooden and glass calls. So that quiet reading time at the cabin will actually be filled with these eerie, screeching sounds that are supposed to lure turkeys. For the unpracticed, it is almost like that irritating scratch of a nail on a chalkboard that makes me cringe. So I will just get out those puffy, foam earplugs and smile like thereâs nothing making racket during the last week of January