Many of you newer readers have no clue how this blog about Life in the Louisiana Wetlands came to be or why anyone would even care to write or read about such things. As you read the story of how I came from north Louisiana to south Louisiana and ended up staying, it is impossible to separate my story from the wetlands that drew me and held me.
Tired of chilly weather? Many of us are home due to icy or snow-laden roads. What better to do than make big pot of something warm to make staying home worthwhile?
How do you court someone when you live where you work, seven days at a stretch? Any time and any place, that’s how, because in the oil field, there is no schedule. Time doesn’t mean a thing. Ever heard the old saying, “Hurry up and wait”? Well, that’s the oil field in a nutshell. The…
Well, not exactly. I drove to New Orleans and met up with my oh-so-famous TV-producer friend, who continues to search for funding for her dream documentary about the vanishing wetlands and vanishing culture here.
On the bright side, we recently indulged in the first baked delights of the “season”. Do you know which season that is? It isn’t celebrated everywhere.
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