Youth Angler of the Year Essay Contest

Folks who visit here or meet me for the first time are rather surprised at the blond hair and green eyes, because they mistakenly preconceive that a woman way down in coastal Louisiana who writes about life in the Louisiana wetlands must surely be Cajun. Not.

Before the blooms of the winter flowering bulbs have completely faded, the faithful Azalea graces us with her abundant blooms, no matter what the weather. This one is near the front porch of The Cypress House. I’m not sure of her name, but this particular type is very popular down here and grows almost as…

has kept me busy for the past few days, interfering with my blogging–both reading and posting. Trash is trash, but our bayou banks have more than last year due to the storm surge of Ike last fall.  The fast-flowing water carries stuff for miles and miles, which often stops once it hits a high enough…

What bayou-cross-cultural conference is complete without Zydeco dance lessons? Our hostess literally thought of everything–she even spoiled us with the most decadent King Cake from Randazzo’s in New Orleans (way up there in Batavia, NY!). And not just ONE flavor, but several. The one with Pecan Praline filling was my very favorite.