Autumn has once again arrived upon the banks of my beloved river town. The leaves are changing, the cold wind is blowing, and Augusta is anticipating the arrival of Halloween. And not just for the trick-or-treating or invitations to the many costume parties that are being held! In earlier times, it was believed that the boundary between our world and the Otherworld thinned and that 'spirits' were particularly active on this date. Well, yours truly isn't likely to forget her o
Apparently, Farmer Gumm has consulted with his cattle and is predicting a significant amount of snow to fall upon Augusta within the next twenty-four hours. His fellow weather-watcher, Farmer Hedrick calls the storm system "wack." Heaven only knows where he acquired such deplorable slang. And speaking of the reprehensible torturing of the English language, it has come to my attention that many of these aspiring weather soothsayers are now assigning proper names to the storms.
Dear Diary, I can hardly credit it but this year's holiday season has inspired a whirlwind of parties, soirees, high teas, galas and balls. Naturally, I am quite aware that nowhere upon Earth could you find a more pleasant and sociable people than my fellow Augustinians. But really! It is a mighty fine thing Mister Riehle is such a fine cobbler as my dancing shoes will, no doubt, require his attentions more than once this month. There have been no less than twelve holiday gat
Hot! During the recent Riverfest Regatta held in my beloved town of Augusta, the heat index was so high, yours truly reconsidered tossing aside her ladylike restraint and stripping down to her skivvies. Good thing there was a fainting couch nearby. One of my many admirers was so concerned for the health and well-being of my poor self that they actually sent me the oddest contraption. Apparently, it is some kind of battery-operated portable fan. Naturally, as a Southern gentle