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Don't you love flowers that bloom in winter?
I do . . . I love the old-fashioned look of narcissus growing naturally in the yard. And it thrills me to no end that these bulbs were so tenacious that they lived through being immersed under saltwater in September 2005 after Hurricane Rita flooded my community. The stagnant water remained for many weeks after…
Crawfish, Pirates, and Cows! Oh my!
Not sure how things are in your neck of the woods when it comes to Halloween, but it is a BIG holiday down the bayou. Some folks go all out and stuff clothing to look like real people and place them on their front porches. One family stuffed male clothing, added a milk-jug head, and propped the poor fellow on top of a riding lawn mower in the front yard. Porches are covered in spider webs. Yards are full of grave markers–some with names and messages.

A Christmas Past . . .
I love warm fuzzy stories. So, I’ll share a little one with you, if you will then share a little one with us. Deal? About four years ago, money was a little tight around Christmas, so I needed to be very resourceful about gifts for the children. Danno (17 at the time) came to me…
The Bayou Bunch!
One of the bad things about having sons who work on boats is the work schedule. David, the oldest, works a 28 and 14 schedule–28 days on the boat and 14 days off. Daniel, next in line, works 14 and 7. I never know ahead of time if they will be off the boat to celebrate holidays and birthdays. So, we just get together when we can, especially when they are both off the boat at the same time.

"Mom, feel like cooking some shrimp?"
BW is cooking her way through La. Fish Fry Mixes. Come see what she cooked this week!
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!