For the past three nights, bayou frogs of all kinds have serenaded us to sleep. It’s important that you know they do not do this every night all spring and summer long. It’s only on occasion, but when they decide to put on a concert, they really belt it out. I don’t know if it’s just the time of year or if they’re just uber-happy because of all the rain we’ve had. Whatever the reason, the frogs have been singing their little hearts out every night.
It was our oldest son’s 27th birthday, and he absolutely was surprised, as you will see below! But first, what do you think he wanted to do the actual day of his birthday? Yep, he wanted to go fishing with Mom. I was touched that he wanted to spend the day with me. We chased…
it pours . . . . .
Before you start conjuring images reminiscent of “Up in Smoke” of decades gone by, know this story has nothing to do with taking a toke. Not in the least.
We are now two years post-BP oil spill, and the best way to describe the situation here in coastal Louisiana is a catch twenty-two.
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.