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!)
After five years of writing this blog, I think we’ve formed some friendships and kinships here. For that, I am most grateful on this day. There are, of course, many other things for which I am thankful, as I know are each of you. If there is one thing that stands out to you as 2012 comes to a close, please share that with us in the comments section below. And because Christmas is rapidly approaching, I am going to give away a photo. All you have to do is comment, and there will be a drawing later.
Wednesday it was near freezing and foggy; the next day the wind blew a gale from the south, and the next we’re barefoot and in shirtsleeves. But I’m not just talking about the changes in the weather down here in coastal Louisiana.
Four professionals from Amsterdam, Holland, traveled from New Orleans down bayou roads to take a wetland tour with Bayou Woman. Read more.
After all the fishing, exploring, climbing, swimming, and playing, there’s nothing better to do on Grand Isle, than take an island nap . . . One second she was playing around with my camera bag (again) and the next thing I knew, she had literally CRASHED! Just like you see her in the photo. Taking…
For a couple of weeks, a persistent young woman from Homer, Alaska continued to email me about giving her younger sister a wetland tour for her birthday. They were already down here and would be for about three weeks before heading to other states impacted by the oil spill.
After posting up the recipe for Blackberry Dumplings, I went back to the berry patch to pick more wild berries. Returning to the same patch, I was determined to pick only the blackest, plumpest, ripest berries. At the first picking, I had been so excited to find ripe berries, that I picked berries a little prematurely. However, since that first picking, we’ve had hard rains, coupled with days of sunshine in between, and now the berries have had time to fully ripen. While picking this morning I learned that if my shadow falls across the berries, they appear darker than they really are. So I made a conscious effort not to block the sun and to pick all of them in the glaring sunlight.