There are pirates in those there swamps . . . . .
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.
CHAPTER 12 – THE BIRTH 1982 – Pregnancy agreed with me, except for the first few months when I often felt queasy but never nauseated enough to toss my cookies. It was spring, the time of new life, and I blossomed in spirit as my belly grew with child. The only “scare” I had was…
BW goes fishing again . . . this time with the Gu of the Du. Read more!
My latest Bayou Woman Adventure was far, far from the bayou and lasted a week, including travel to and from Soldotna, Alaska. However, the timing for these posts couldn’t be more off, as Dotter and family are closing on a new house today, and I will be helping with packing and babysitting so they can…
Oh, honey, you might never eat a boiled crab again after you sample these finger-licking-good delicacies that come from the brackish waters down the bayou. (Of course, any blue crab will work just as well.)
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!