I know I’m way past due for a blog post, but now you can add baseball games to my already jam-packed waking hours. As of now, I get about six hours of shut eye a night. I just can’t pack any more into 18 hours than I do.
So, as soon as I can, I have a new post for you. Maybe I’ll at least get it started at bed time tonight. Meanwhile, enjoy the iris!
Meeting myself coming and going,
BW
Ladies and Gentlemen (say like the Ring Leader), presenting the winner of Bayou Woman’s first Name that Flower Contest: Kim Congratulations, Kim! You were the early bird that caught this worm. Since Kim is traveling the US right now, she has nowhere to plant the seeds, so now what do I do with these seeds…
Sometimes, Life throws an amazing curve ball, like the one I was thrown last spring when I launched the first Bayou Woman Adventure. Utilizing the avenue of social media via Facebook, I pitched it out there, and it went straight for a bit, and then that ball made the most awesome curve, and who knew what kind of game that would lead to?
If we go about the business of our daily lives and never look beyond the boundaries of the white lines on the road, the edges of the driveway, or the patio awning, there are amazing things we just might miss. Like the first Mimosa blossoms–sweet-smelling pom poms reminiscent of a childhood feeling that school is…
I had the best time learning how to make traditional king cakes with my very special son at his cooking class. I’ve not had the chance to see him in action since he began this course last August. Talk about impressive! From the cooking lab to the teachers, they are top-notch. Miah was a great…
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.
So, this is your tease. I will post this while I cogitate, and hopefully you will come back later to see what the actual contest and prize are.
I love the Louisiana Iris. They are so beautiful and actually in my opinion, look more like an orchid.
I have been in your place many times with the comings and goings. Just don’t forget to leave the door unlocked so your behind can get in when it makes it home. I hate having to get up and let it in after I fall asleep!!. LOL!!
I feel for you! It’s baseball season for the junior high, high school and now he’s coaching our daughters softball city league team. Next week I have to go to Vegas for training and then to Dallas a week or two after that. If I pass you somewhere I’ll wave, lol.
Yep… been there, done that!
The color of that Iris is wonderful. I don’t see too many that color. Usually it’s the purple I see in landscapes around here. Course, they may be going for an L.S.U. theme.
Steffi, these were very near some regular purple/blue ones on a walking trail on Grand Isle!
We’ll wait for you BW—-you just catch some extra ZZZZZs and post a pic or two; I’d love to see a big ol’ tree with lots of moss hanging down!
By the way, how were the birds on Grand Isle?
BIRDS! I need to know if the Trout have made their appearance yet on the beaches? I heard reports of Reds having been plentiful for a while now.
Few and far between, but when I got home and Kim arrived, now that was another story!!!