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Zydeco, here we go!
What bayou-cross-cultural conference is complete without Zydeco dance lessons? Our hostess literally thought of everything–she even spoiled us with the most decadent King Cake from Randazzo’s in New Orleans (way up there in Batavia, NY!). And not just ONE flavor, but several. The one with Pecan Praline filling was my very favorite.
Swamp People Surprise!
This post was originally planned to be abour Mardi Gras, but things changed when I received a call last night from Bayou Fabio saying, “I’m on the Internet now! With my picture and all.”
A taste of my life . . .
With Camp Dularge getting busier and busier, my time to enjoy bayou life is growing shorter and shorter it seems. Okay, I’m not complaining, just saying, that’s all. Today was a typical Tuesday, except for this little surprise . . . in the bayou in front of the house. Termite thinks this gator has been…
Guess where I went? Part 1
The first time I went to Nunu’s was with my sister, Heather Here, and we had such a great time watching everyone dance, we vowed to learn to dance and go back. Well, neither one of us has learned to Zydeco dance yet, but when my friends invited me to go, I couldn’t resist! Besides,…
Photographers' Tour (part 2)
So, you never know what you might encounter on a Bayou Woman Adventure. Darlene and I decided we would call this one a Bayou Belle-Bayou Woman Adventure. And Christy? She was the quiet one who basically had the adventure of her life, no matter what we call it!
It's Only a Nest
Yes, but what kind of nest is it?
Creepy! But, it’s a good photo.
Food Chain. Momma Nature’s sacred circle of life.
I luv the coming autumn season when spider webs dripping jewels of dew sparkles in the early morning sun.
So the banana spiders are out already? Must be time for fall!
Yes, Kim, isn’t it amazing? One morning this week I walked outside to the absence of humidity and the sky had a green aura like after a hurricane. I sensed the earth had tilted slightly; and now sunrise is after 6 a.m., not before.
Ooooh, I know they are necessary in the great scheme of things – but I HATE spiders! My sympathies are all with the locust. They have such a short life anyway, seems terrible to shorten it further!
I look forward to the first song of the cicada high in the live oak trees signaling the onslaught of summer; and then before you know it, the banana spider webs extend between the branches of the same oak trees, trapping the beautiful cicadas for food.
Noisy little buggers !!
One of my lovely memories of my indoor Siamese centers around a locust. She was sitting on the second floor balcony (which fronted a small, tree-lined creek) outside the kitchen, when she suddenly darted back in. You could almost hear her saying, “See, Momma, I told you I could catch a bird!” A locust had literally flown head first into her mouth and its wings were flapping on each side of her jaws. She was so upset with me when I took it away and released it!
Great story, Joan!