It’s too pretty to be called a “mug” and it’s bigger than a cup, but I do call it a cup. This morning, as I was rushing out to go fishing, I had my hands overly full with fishing paraphernalia. In order to open the the truck door, I had to set my cup on…
Last week, Termite and I fished three days straight and my hands were hurting from so much fishing and so much fish cleaning. This week, we took a break from fishing and tended to other necessities. But when I woke up in such a foul mood today, I knew there was only one thing that…
Even in the death of a cypress swamp there is beauty to behold haunting beauty see it? BW
It’s that time again. The time you’ve all been waiting for since this same time last week. It’s name this flower time! I swear I just heard about 100 of you giggle with glee. OK, well, I was fantasizing again, but it never hurts to dream big. Here is the flower . . . There…
Move over chili and make way for easy breezy Taco Soup. Sometimes we bayou women have to unchain our selves from the cooktop and Magnalite long enough to do other important things (like blogging) in life. We went to bed last night with the AC on and woke up this morning needing fuzzy slippers and…
Ah, the joys of having a big brother. On one of their first fishing trips together, Daboo initiated Termite into the Fisherman Club by telling him he must kiss this catfish for good luck before releasing it. Because big brother knows everything about fishing, and because big brother basically hung the moon, Termite didn’t hesitate—not…