Don’t you? It’s versatile. (meaning: so many uses) You can heat your home with it. You can cook with it. You can pick your teeth with it. You can paddle a ball with it (or a hiney wink wink just kidding) You can measure with it (yard sticks and rulers) You can play basketball on…
those lonely pilings still waiting out there in the foggy morning . . . I went inside to get some coffee thought I heard the sound of a wood pecker. I went outside and sure enough, out front on the utility pole, was a red bellied woodpecker going at it. Soon after, I heard some much louder pecking in the backyard.
That is what we are. Not out of desire, but out of necessity. After years of writing about the Louisiana wetlands, speaking about them, taking people out to see them, advocating for them, and replanting them, I’ve finally reached the conclusion that the coast of Louisiana is not going to be restored to the 1950’s…
Background: “It ain’t much, but it’s ours,” aptly applies to our family home of the past 13 years. The story of how we came to rest on Bayou Dularge from Bayou Grand Caillou by way of Bayou Black, is a long one that won’t be told here. Home is where the heart is, and for…
But somebody’s gotta do it! My first plan for the dirty job was to dig a pond out in the marshy regions of the back of our property and use our own dirt for the sub-foundation. But, as I knew was the case, the ground is way too soft back there for the dump trucks…
Well, shall we? Back in 2004 I started researching building a metal building to live in. I know it sounds more than strange– it sounds weird and commercial. And that is exactly what every building contractor I contacted told me: We don’t do residential metal buildings. My online research led me to a couple of…