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!)
and real life has taken precedence. Ok, the refrigerator went out today. Sears can’t come until Tuesday. And in a mad dash to town, 20 miles away, to get some last minute things for my trip to appear at Cabela’s, I got a phone call reminding me that I had a TV interview at 6:15….
. . . called Fruit of the Womb. I know it sounds really corny, but I have been bearing and rearing children since I found out I was expecting in February 1982. These fruits have been and are still a very big part of my life and have helped shape the good parts of the…
Gone are the days when his ancestors stalked buffalo on the Louisiana prairies. Gone also are the days they used tomahawks to slay their supper. But Houma Indian, Rickey Verrett, still stalks his prey and still wields a hatchet on a regular basis.
The weather has been so unpredictable that I haven’t been able to do tours or fishing trips. Wind and rain. More rain and more wind. No great new photos to share with you. No anecdotal stories, either. The radio show still happens once a month, and I’m still gathering sponsors for the show. I’ve still…
When you have many children spread out over a number of years, something happens to the last-born child. Namely, he gets to do more things earlier in the timeline of childhood than the older siblings. The reason? The older siblings. I don’t remember my oldest two sons having their own shotgun at the age of…
I love the changing of the seasons down here in the marsh. The changes are at first subtle and then sudden–like diving off the edge of Fall, 30 degrees straight down to Winter. Winter doesn’t wrap me up like the felty feel of Fall. It pricks me like pine needles and wool sweaters. The wind…