He’s the last of five. He’s the last pumpkin on the vine. He’s the baby. He’s been a blessing (and a challenge) for 13 years. I wonder if he knows that he’s already lived more life and seen more things than some folks experience in a lifetime? Maybe a few photos will help answer that question . . .
Sleep well, son. Thank you for 13 years of blessing.
Love,
Mommer
Yams. Just that single word conjures up images of delectable dishes featuring the root crop for which Opelousas, Louisiana, is so well known. But don’t be fooled. What you thought all these years were yams are really not yams at all; they’re sweet potatoes. There is, however, one type of yam abundant in Louisiana with…
We wound our way up a curvy bayou, looking for fishy water, and around the second curve she spotted a fishy-looking current line running from the western bank across the middle of the bayou and around the curve. We drifted in, and not long after she slung her bright yellow popping cork, it disappeared below the surface.
“F I S H O N!” Patti yelled with as much enthusiasm as a die-hard football fan screaming “TOUCHDOWN!”, and I was as happy for her as she was about reeling in that yellow-mouthed speckled trout.
We continued to pull in fish every few minutes at that spot until boat traffic scattered the fish, making them too spotty to find. Trolling on up the bayou, we cast around a few points that looked like ideal spots for trout to be hanging out waiting for bait fish. However, none of those spots were as profitable as our first stop.
Once we traveled to the end of my GPS bread crumb line and farther than I had ever explored before, we tested the waters. Nothing. We looked for cuts in the marsh, where the bait-filled water flowed into the bayou, carrying the unsuspecting bait to the bigger fish that awaited. We fished a couple of those spots without much luck.
In my previous post about the Courir de Mardi Gras in Church Point, La., I promised photos of the animals of the Mardi Gras Run, but y’all, I took more than 300 photos that day. How in the world could I not share some of my favorites with you? The captions tell the story! (Even though…
It’s that time again . . . The figs are ripe up at Camp Dularge and I am battling the birds for them. I’m sure the guests in the camp thought I was crazy this morning while I was picking figs. I was fussing at the birds to stay up in the top of the…
This accident occurred just down the road from Camp Dularge yesterday. The below photo and a brief story were printed online yesterday afternoon. Photo by Matt Stamey/The Courier Dead frogs lay on the shoulder of La. 315 in Dularge Thursday afternoon after a Dodge Charger crashed into a Dodge pick-up while trying to turn left…
Here’s a recipe for fried bread for use in Indian Tacos
How cute! I still can’t believe my last little brother is a teenager now!
Wonderful memories for both of you, I’m sure. Our children are God’s blessings. I’m pretty sure he won’t realize (till he’s much older) what a blessing God has given him also, when he was placed in your care. He wouldn’t have made it to the ripe age of 13 at my house if he brought a snake on my porch! I would have had to use the shotgun on the snake and the pellets I’m sure would have gotten him too! Happy Birthday Termite!
Happy Birthday Termite! This is really a great collection of pictures. Well done.
Nice crappie and what are goggles for?
I been 13 a couple times, it rocks.
HAPPY 13th BIRTHDAY TERMITE!!!
Wow, that got me, cuz I just went thru the same thing Nov 30th. Where did the time go? Mine was just holding his first wiggly fish only yesterday…His butterfly kisses are still warm on my cheek….AAaaarrrrgh! I let him catch beads on the other side of the street during the last mardis gras parade on the boardwalk, I looked over and couldnt believe my eyes…my little buddy wasnt there…a quiet, tall, shaggy haired teenaged kid was standing where my baby was supposed to be…THAT hit me hard!!!
You have a beautiful & loving family BW, your love & guidence shows through all of them. I wish I had the opportunity to raise my kid in the bayou country like that, Heck, I wish I could have grown up like that myself!!! Thanks for sharing your world with us BW.
Deb
Happy Birthday Termite! I can’t believe he’s 13. Seems like only yesterday he was in my classroom watching birds at the window. Great pictures.
What a beautiful tribute to your son, someday he will realize how fortunate he was to have such a beautiful and rich childhood. You done good with that boy.
Happy Birthday Termite!
He is a doll! He’s gonna have to beat them girls off with a stick! Look at those dimples.
Your pictures made me teary eyed. They grow so fast, huh?
This is a stupendous look into the past as Seth was growing up! I loved it! You are so incredibly creative and gifted in communicating! I had forgotten his little blond noggin for the first few years! 🙂
Happy Birthday to your Bayou babe!
xxx
Cool pics! Happy birthday!
Wow! What a wonderful journal and amazing photos! You are right, he’s done more livin’ than the average person twice his age! Happy Birthday, Termite!