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Warbler Wednesday
My apologies to you all. I have to interrupt your regularly scheduled blog post, (which is about the Blessing of the Fleet), in order to show you what arrived today.
A Day in the Louisiana Wetlands
or BW is a photo bum. It’s a really good thing we don’t have a beach here, because I am absolutely certain I would be a beach bum, with a sand-crusted camera and skin like leather. Today was like a spring day, and it seemed like everyone wanted to be out and about with this…
BW needs your help with her homework!
As promised last week, I have another poll for you. I am doing my homework for this Saturday’s radio show discussion about Louisiana reality TV shows. Once again, I need your help and input. Hey, it’s summer. It’s hot. And if you’re just sitting inside keeping cool at your desktop or I-pad, do me a BIG favor and check out a little reality TV, Louisiana style. If you have a Facebook page, please share this poll with your friends, as I would appreciate as much input as possible–especially from folks outside of Louisiana.

Taco Pasta, you say?
Yes, I know it sounds strange, but a friend asked me if I thought she could somehow turn “taco soup” into a pasta dish. Hmm. I’m not sure sure about that, as there is already a lot going on in taco soup. But that got me wondering about such a dish. So, as we…

I'm too pooped to type . . .
so here’s a photo for you to study and someone please tell me what these delightful green (my favorite color) creatures are!

Dewberry or Blackberry Cordial
I know that people really can’t “roll in the grave”, which is what, if it were humanly possible, my teetotaling Great Grandmother Adelaide would have been doing last night while I was bottling up and capping said spirits in the kitchen long after everyone else had begun to slumber. Maybe the fact that I waited to do this late at night, in quiet solitude means somewhere back in my ancestry, there might have been some moon shiners doing the same thing in the backwoods of northern Alabama. But wait, Great Grandmother was a teetotaler.



Cool! I’m jealous. I never get to see Horned owls.
Would you believe there were three in our backyard at one time, all talking to each other? He rushed inside out of breath and begged to borrow my camera. And this is what he came back with!