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During the dog days of summer, my garden is the boss of me.

July 20, 2015 By Talya Tate Boerner

Right now, this time of year, my garden is the boss of me. It’s a fact. I plan my day around watering and deadheading and weeding and watering again. The dog days of summer are tough ones on new plants that aren’t well established. Babysitting. That’s what I’m doing.

Webster defines the dog days of summer as: 1) the period between early July and early September when hot sultry summer weather occurs in the northern hemisphere; and 2) a period of stagnation or inactivity. Check and check! The origin of the phrase (first known use in 1538) came from their being reckoned from the heliacal rising of the Dog Star (Sirius).Continue Reading

my Southern Heritage

July 12, 2015 By Talya Tate Boerner

Whoa, everywhere you turn people are talking and arguing about the Confederate flag. Many want to erase it from history. Others are wrapping their bodies in it like a beloved blanket. Southern heritage means different things to different people. No matter how much ranting and protesting one way or another, people will NEVER see things exactly the same way.

You probably knew it was only a matter of time before I had to throw my two cents in about southern heritage. After all, my blog includes grits in the title for heaven’s sake. Southern? Why yes I am.

But the Confederate flag is not a symbol of my southern heritage.

My southern heritage includes the people and places and family traditions that shaped me.

This land at our home place, once swampy and snaky, land that my grandparents and great-grandparents cleared, this is my southern heritage.

Land rich in history.

This is the place I return home to as often as possible—the place I can breathe and remember and just be.

This field was (is) my playground.

My sister and I spent countless hours zooming our Matchbox cars between the furrows of cotton that by August grew thick and high above our heads. We hunted for tadpoles and turtles in the ditches and made mudpies on steamy summer days. We rode our John Deere bicycles to the far edge of the property where the earth seemed to curve. We chopped cotton with the farm hands.

My southern heritage includes priceless black and white family photos and stories passed down for generations.

A wooden box of old family recipes, the handwritten cards smeared with oily fingerprints and smudges of chocolate.

My church home filled with memories I can recall more clearly than what I did last week.

My southern heritage includes the small Delta towns that will always be home to me, and Old Man River which roils nearby shaping the very culture of this place.

The truth is, racism isn’t my story. I’ve never been denied anything because of my race. My ancestors who hailed from Tennessee and other points below the Mason-Dixon line likely fought against the abolition of slavery. They probably even owned slaves. Although I’ve never researched my ancestry, I doubt my people sat in the back of the bus. So who am I to say the rebel flag isn’t racist to those whose ancestors were slaves?

I am reminded of the wise words of Atticus Finch in Harper Lee’s iconic book To Kill a Mockingbird. “If you can learn a simple trick, Scout, you’ll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view […] until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.”

Since we can’t literally climb into someone’s skin, maybe all we can hope for is tolerance. As a society we’d do well to remember that everyone’s story is different and worthy of consideration. Even those completely unlike our own.

Maybe it’s wishful thinking on my part, but I gotta believe that down deep where we all live, we are more alike than not.

Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

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Musical Pairing:

American Kids, Kenny Chesney

The Patriotic Porch

June 29, 2015 By Talya Tate Boerner

Last week I shared a few easy ways to decorate your house and garden for the 4th of July. If you missed it, click HERE. Today, I’m focusing on the porch. A patriotic porch extends summer’s favorite celebration beyond the inside of your home.

We are lucky to have three porches—a front wraparound porch, a back screened porch, and a sleeping porch upstairs. First up, the front porch.

It sort of goes without saying (but I’ll say it anyway), plant red flowers. The good news about summer gardening, often when the weather turns blistering, you can find plants on sale. I found red petunias and salvia for fifty cents at Lowes! Yes, you may have to trim/water/coddle/deadhead them, and yes, they are a little leggy, but $0.50!! They make great fillers for the bare spots in my containers along the front.

What’s easier than poking a dime store flag in a flower pot? Not much. Even though our chair cushions aren’t patriotic, the vintage star pillow pulls everything together like the cherry on top of a sundae.

Raid your house and temporarily relocate red, white, and blue decorations from inside to outside for a 4th of July porch party. Red striped and denim pillows on the swing plus a child’s little red wooden bench add patriotic touches.

Throw a vintage tablecloth on your outdoor table. The colander I ate strawberries from last week, now holds a fern.

Now on to the back porch.

By moving things around and rummaging through my garage, I was able to give my back porch a patriotic look. The bowling pins were a long ago yard sale find. Everything else was either already on the porch, in another room, or being unused in the garage. When we moved from Dallas, the red-stained bookcase didn’t fit in our new house, so we put it on the back porch to use as a potting bench / serving buffet. Works great! Since it’s in a protected area, the only problem with having it on the porch is dust and pollen.

Razorbacks are naturally patriotic:)) #WPS!

And last, our sleeping porch. Obviously, this ain’t no P. Allen Smith sleeping porch. His is to die for. Ours is dusty with an inch of pollen on the floor and no place to sleep. But since the sleeping porch is a part of early 20th century American architecture (and since I mentioned it), I thought I should show ours to you. I do love the vintage motel-style chairs which came from 410 Vintage. And my Easy Peasy Breezy Vintage Hanky Bunting is being showcased in the name of summer. What I really want out there is an antique bed of some sort…