This was a Working Wetland
For four years now I’ve been writing on this blog, present tense, about life in the Louisiana wetland that surrounds me. How many years before I write the book which begins with the words,
“This was a working wetland”?
For four years now I’ve been writing on this blog, present tense, about life in the Louisiana wetland that surrounds me. How many years before I write the book which begins with the words,
“This was a working wetland”?
During her photographic tours of the bayou during the rising waters of recent TS Lee, Bayou Woman came across some interesting sights, resulting in a story about one particular pink pig. Come read more!
Yesterday led me out to check on some of my friends—both residential and transient camp owners. Some of them were mucking out water hyacinth and mud from under their camps; but most of them were relieved that it was not any worse than it was.
Tropical Storm Lee 3 p.m. update with photos.
I got a phone call from Capt. Bill checking to see how we were doing. I was having a lazy morning and had not even watched any Houma TV. He had and told me what he saw.
In the previous stories, you learned how they are heaved into the boat, and hopefully covered up with some kind of tarp or blanket for the ride to the landing. From there, either by truck or by boat, it’s time to go to the buying dock.