might look something like this . . .
After I open my eyes, put the kettle on to boil for my morning tea, I go out on the porch to feed the cats. Then, I put seed out for the hungry travelers like these red-winged black birds and bronzed cow birds.
On my way back to the porch steps, I pause and observe just how full and gorgeous the Confederate Jasmine are this year, and then I think how this time next year, they might be making a new start at the new house.
Back on the porch, I breathe in the heady aroma of the delicate white flowers. The fragrance is so sweet I can almost taste it.
This carpenter bee surely could not resist the smell or the taste!
Also among the jasmine I see a unique-looking flower which has sprouted forth from a parent Bromeliad. They are in the same family as pineapple and our local “Spanish Moss”, which isn’t really a moss at all but an “epiphyte”. Epiphytes don’t need soil in which to live, and they collect water on their leaves and down in the center pocket of the leaf junctions. I recently split up a pot full of these and I plan to experiment with letting them live like true air plants, as they were created to do.
I don’t have time to dally this day, because I have a fishing charter with a young family visiting from California.
By 9 a.m. Mommy and T-John are fishing off my boat,
while Daddy and big sister try their luck on the bank.
It is a great day to be out on the water, and it’s the children’s first time to be on the water in their mother’s native South Louisiana.
Daddy tries to get T-John to kiss this trout for good luck, but he just isn’t too sure about that!
After the fishing charter is over, my deckhand son and I unload the boat, rinse the reels, clean the ice chest and put away all the gear. Then we check the cement in the post holes, and finding it dry, we backfill the holes with soil. Of course, we have to put away the wheel barrow, shovel, string, hammer, etc. before we leave Camp Dularge. How ya like our new sign?There’s nothing like getting home to a reward like a copy of Country Roads in the mail–especially when it has a feature article in it about one’s self!
You might even recognize the crab photo! And check out that title: “Who Knew Wonder Woman Could Fish?” Melissa Bienvenu is a very entertaining writer who has a regular column in Louisiana Life called “The Rural Life”. The photographer, Darlene Aguillard, is very good at what she does–Real Life Photos. I never got around to blogging about that fishing trip, so you can read about it here. All told there were three moms and their sons on board for that charter. We all had a great time!
The mail this day is just chockfull of nice things–a copy of the article I wrote for the Advocate Travel Section and a check to go along with it! That’s always nice!
Termite and I didn’t eat much while fishing today, so by the time we finish everything, we decide to order pizza. We enjoy our pizza, some TV, and a quiet evening at home.
So, there you have it. A day in the life of Bayou Woman.
Hope spring has sprung where you are. The bayou is racing rapidly into summer as our temps are now staying in the 80’s each afternoon.
Until next time,
I am still your Wonder Woman!
And don’t you forget it! LOL!