Speck-tacular Fun!
It was a beautiful day watching the shrimp jump and the gulls dive. Only thing better than that was watching our Cantaloupe Pogeaux Pops go down, down, down. We ended the day with a box full of trout and tired arms!
It was a beautiful day watching the shrimp jump and the gulls dive. Only thing better than that was watching our Cantaloupe Pogeaux Pops go down, down, down. We ended the day with a box full of trout and tired arms!
On that first Sunday that Lil Sis and I took our adventure by boat and then by truck down the bayou to get our first glance at the damage, our truck driver, Mechanic, said something very interesting. I’m noting it here so I remember it for future reference. “When you evacuate, you can become a…
As evidenced by Diane’s blog photos and mine below. Did you know that American bald eagles fly south to inhabit their six-foot wide nests in the fall of the year? They spruce up their nests, typically the ones they used the year before, breed, lay their eggs, hatch them, teach them to fly and then…
That’s what I”ve been up to. On a borrowed computer right now, so time is short. As soon as I can, I will post up a combined report from the last week hopefully complete with a couple interesting photos! What have y’all been up to? Report soon, BW
Ok, make sure that you are sitting there when the children read the name of this photo–that’s what PG stands for, right? Parental Guidance? Then you can explain what hump means and all that rest of the birds and the bees stuff. Good luck with that. Lucky for you, your children have more fun things…
I have to admit, prior to happening upon this beauty on a walk behind Camp Dularge about a month ago, I have neither seen nor heard of a tree like this. Ms. Orchid must love the climate here, as the owner explained he had to cut it away from the house a couple years ago,…
I played Jo the plumber today. Remember her from that old TV show, “Green Acres”? And it works! I don’t think I was ever so happy to see fire in my life! Go girl power! Oh, and the muscles of my 20-year-old-son, who helped me hoist it into the closet and manhandle all the other…