I played Jo the plumber today. Remember her from that old TV show, “Green Acres”? And it works! I don’t think I was ever so happy to see fire in my life! Go girl power! Oh, and the muscles of my 20-year-old-son, who helped me hoist it into the closet and manhandle all the other…
See this? Guess who has an article on Page 8? Here’s a quote from the website: The Fine Art of Jug Fishin’ Local fisherman practices his art with age-old techniques and a few new innovations. By Wendy Wilson Billiot Heather Here and I have been talking for a while about how to introduce this colorful…
It seems only a few people have read part one of this little spell binder, so I think I’ll just give you one more hint and then the rest some time on Monday, perhaps! Is that cruel? No, I can’t do that to you. In Cajun French Bon Temp means “Good Times”. That means the…
In the very near future, these boring blades of grass will burst forth in color! They are my favorite flower and are wild and indigenous to Louisiana. Do you know them? And look at this setup. Those beautiful red berries offsetting the gray and green. What an eye-catching picture in mid-winter. These photos were taken…
For the past week or so, no one dares venture up to the north end of town to the mall, because that is where the chaos, better known as Mardi Gras, begins. The folks who ride on floats are collectively called “krewes”, and those krewes start the day of the parade riding around in open-air…
After making you suffer through my essay about the Bayou People and the reasons you should love us, here’s a photo of a cypress swamp about 5 miles north of where I live at sunrise. This is my peace offering to smooth any feathers I might have ruffled. My intentions are good. And if you…