Who dat say who dat when I say who dat? Part 2

It’s something my father would jokingly quote from time to time for no apparent reason. I would wager a guess that my three oldest children still recall hearing him say it. I wish he were here now so I could ask him where he first heard that phrase and why it came to his mind so often. It was just something Daddy said, we accepted it; and while I can’t speak for my siblings, I was even amused by it.

Winter Delights

I was so excited about and inspired by the appearance of the great horned owl nesting in the oak tree at Camp Dularge last weekend, that I decided to take photos of the flowers that are still blooming despite temperatures that have dropped close to freezing a couple times already.