Good morning, friends, faithful readers, and first-timers. Do you feel neglected? If so, please accept my apology this morning. By way of explanation, just let me say that I’ve been digging my way out from under a mountain of paperwork, now reduced to a molehill, while feeling a little puny all week. Puny. That’s a good word, a word my father used in reference to being just a little under the weather.
Speaking of weather, does anyone else need a distraction from the ongoing barrage of hurricane-tracking reports? Personally, I avoid them at all costs and have been known to be out near the Gulf of Mexico, fishing alone in my boat, and getting a call from a friend letting me know that there is an evacuation notice about to be issued. Seriously. That’s how much I hate hearing that a hurricane is coming. It’s called denial.
So before I embark on a day that takes me into town for untold hours of finding alternate routes because Forest Whitaker, Oprah somebody, Robin Williams, Jane Fonda, and Cuba Gooding are clogging up the downtown streets of Houma making a film called “The Butler”, let me share some photos with you that make me happy.
As some of you may recall, I’ve been working with a project gathering data about hunting, fishing, and gathering in my community for almost a year now. During that process, I have gotten to know some very enterprising and hard working folks. The ones that impress me the most are the ones with the greenest thumbs, mainly because neither of mine are green.
Even if you do have the coveted green thumb, but especially if you don’t, I think you will enjoy the flowers, veggies, and fruits of their labors–not to mention the beauty of the color, texture, creativity, and hard work.
Yes, this was in late spring, and the garden has since played out, but there is still the fall garden yet to come.
And I’d really like to know what you’ve been doing at the end of the summer and what your thoughts are on this weather event that looms over the coast.
Tomorrow, the veggies.