In the last update, I failed to take a photo of the front door view for you. Please forgive me.
Here it is now–a little late but still oh so much better looking than before! 
BW
(Post on surprise helper visit coming soon!)
That is the question. Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The barbs and hooks of outrageous treble, Or to take arms against SB573 And, by opposing, end the insanity. . . Shakespeare was just about as hard to understand as the reasoning behind Louisiana SB573, which would ban the taking of red drum…
Well, folks, I feel like I’ve been chasing my tail here for the past week or so. The progress on the house is slow, and the rough electrical and plumbing do not tend to be the subject of beautiful photography. However, these behind-the-scene things are vital to a house running smoothly. You know, things like…
If you are new to this blog about Life in the Louisiana Wetlands, it’s time you know that once in a while I deviate from the main theme and purpose to bring you what I think might be an inspiring story from a different sector of life. This time, it is about our son with Down’s Syndrome….
Strange title but hopefully just strange enough to lure you into reading this little fishing report from last Friday. Since late October, the trout have been elusive in Lake Decade, and while everyone I talk to has their own theory as to why, none of us really knows why for sure. Somehow, though, since Thanksgiving,…
If you’ve ever seen Cajun Justice, then you have actually seen some of the areas on my Wetland Tour route. So, we headed up to the “haunted swamp” from one episode, which is also the same swamp where the alligator poachers got busted with the help of a big alligator head decoy. I showed them the spot where the poachers jumped out of the boat and took off running. And the idea hit me, “Hey, I could start doing Cajun Justice Tours!”
I had planned to post tonight that the sewage treatment plant was installed all shiny new and waiting for its first deposits! LOL! Alas, Fate had other plans. The sewage treatment guy called bright and early, and I dropped my fishing pole to ride up and take photos of the process. Before I could say…