About 6 years ago, my two oldest sons came home from town with a cute little dog in hand. “Don’t bring that dog in here. DO NOT BRING THAT DOG IN THIS HOUSE!”, was my solid reaction. The whole time, Daboo was holding her muzzle in his fingers saying, “Look at that sweet face, Momma….
And the winner, drawn from the old straw hat, is none other than Heidi. Ok, Heidi, we need to go to email on this. Browse through the site and find a photo that you would like as a print. Email me with your decision, and we’ll take it from there, ok? The blue birds are…
I’m sorry. I just can’t help myself. This is my “honeysuckle gate”. The smell is so inviting right now. And a new crop of spider lilies. Four in a row. I don’t think they’re appropriately named. Don’t spiders have 8 legs? If you haven’t already, please back up one post and enter the NAME THE…
These beautiful birds left South America on a wing and a prayer. Their prayer was to reach the coast of Louisiana alive, where they would find food and water and rest for their weary wings. Flying over the Gulf of Mexico is a shortcut, and the Gulf breezes and jet streams hasten their journey if…
That “the marsh is prettier on the other side of the bayou” isn’t always true. I’m ashamed that I’ve spent so much time out in the marsh, with all the wild things, that I’ve forgotten the treasures that I might find awaiting me in my own backyard. Something urged me to take a walk, and…
Jaune is gone. That’s all I know. When we came home from baseball practice last night, there was no sign of her. I am sad, because she and I had bonded Monday evening while I was bird watching. Everything happens for a reason, though.