Wetland Watchers
This past weekend found me in Baton Rouge at a symposium for environmental educators. I was there to sell copies of my book, Before the Saltwater Came, and talk to educators about wetland education every opportunity I could.
This past weekend found me in Baton Rouge at a symposium for environmental educators. I was there to sell copies of my book, Before the Saltwater Came, and talk to educators about wetland education every opportunity I could.
Well, not exactly. I drove to New Orleans and met up with my oh-so-famous TV-producer friend, who continues to search for funding for her dream documentary about the vanishing wetlands and vanishing culture here.
On the bright side, we recently indulged in the first baked delights of the “season”. Do you know which season that is? It isn’t celebrated everywhere.
Before we move totally away from Fall and on to the first official day of Winter, I want to show you what abounds here. Unlike the northern part of the country, where I imagine there are pumpkins everywhere, we harvest a few different things . . .
When you settle down in your night cap tonight (or settle down WITH a night cap), and check all your favorite web sites, I would sure like to know what YOU did today and what you plan to do tomorrow.
Last Tuesday, I was invited to a round-table discussion of how the oil spill has affected our lives and businesses by Sarah, above. This is probably the third or forth time I’ve been asked these questions.