Spring is full speed ahead on the bayou with summer quickly approaching. With so many other obligations, both paying and non-paying, it seems that my blog posts have been few and far between. Sometimes I put too much pressure on myself to come up with something witty and entertaining, when maybe you are content just to read about what’s going on in everyday bayou life. Like good friends do, we should just share what’s happening on a regular basis, right?
For the past three nights, bayou frogs of all kinds have serenaded us to sleep. It’s important that you know they do not do this every night all spring and summer long. It’s only on occasion, but when they decide to put on a concert, they really belt it out. I don’t know if it’s just the time of year or if they’re just uber-happy because of all the rain we’ve had. Whatever the reason, the frogs have been singing their little hearts out every night.
It was our oldest son’s 27th birthday, and he absolutely was surprised, as you will see below! But first, what do you think he wanted to do the actual day of his birthday? Yep, he wanted to go fishing with Mom. I was touched that he wanted to spend the day with me. We chased…
it pours . . . . .
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.
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.