1) Butterweed 2) Lizard’s Tail 3) Snowbell 4) Still unidentified . . . the leaves resemble wild geranium. 5) Still unidentified 6) Still unidentified 7) Purple Vetch 8) Daisy Fleabane 9) And lastly, these are the flowers that set this whole thing in motion. I looked out my kitchen window, and there they were, on…
Now that you’re all coming down from you Easter candy sugar highs, it’s time for a little brain strain. And oh by the way, I learned something new at the crawfish boil at BigSis’s two weeks ago. Recess is no longer called recess, it’s called “brain break” or something like that. Interesting. First off, for…
Springtime. Flowers. Blooms. Pollen. Nectar. Honey. Bees. Bees? When was the last time you sat in your yard in the middle of a clover patch surrounded by wild honey bees? Probably not since your childhood. Chances are, if you do see a honey bee, it belongs in a white box in someone’s back yard. Wild…
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…
has kept me busy for the past few days, interfering with my blogging–both reading and posting. Trash is trash, but our bayou banks have more than last year due to the storm surge of Ike last fall. The fast-flowing water carries stuff for miles and miles, which often stops once it hits a high enough…
The weekend began with these guys getting ready for a kayak fishing tournament. The weather Saturday morning was just not that inviting for any kind of fishing; much less the kind where at some point in your trip you have to paddle against 35 mph winds. As I traveled down to the island for breakfast,…