Blow your troubles away at Camp Dularge!
Before you start conjuring images reminiscent of “Up in Smoke” of decades gone by, know this story has nothing to do with taking a toke. Not in the least.
Two Years and Eleven Crosses Later
We are now two years post-BP oil spill, and the best way to describe the situation here in coastal Louisiana is a catch twenty-two.
Berry Good Memories
After posting up the recipe for Blackberry Dumplings, I went back to the berry patch to pick more wild berries. Returning to the same patch, I was determined to pick only the blackest, plumpest, ripest berries. At the first picking, I had been so excited to find ripe berries, that I picked berries a little prematurely. However, since that first picking, we’ve had hard rains, coupled with days of sunshine in between, and now the berries have had time to fully ripen. While picking this morning I learned that if my shadow falls across the berries, they appear darker than they really are. So I made a conscious effort not to block the sun and to pick all of them in the glaring sunlight.
Wild thing! You make my heart sing!
If piles of bright orange boiled crawfish aren’t indication enough of the arrival of spring down the bayou, then just open up your eyes and take a look around. The signs are everywhere.