Saturday, November 27, 2010

Tuesday, November 23, 2010



 It may be I am getting old and like too much to dwell
Upon the days of bygone years, the days I loved so well;
But thinking of them now I wish somehow that I could know
A simple old Thanksgiving Day, like those of long ago,
When all the family gathered round a table richly spread,
With little Jamie at the foot and grandpa at the head,
The youngest of us all to greet the oldest with a smile,
With mother running in and out and laughing all the while.

May your Thanksgiving be blessed with family, food and wonderful memories!

Verse from the poem  Old Fashioned Thanksgiving by Edgar Albert Guest

Monday, November 22, 2010

November in Dixie


One afternoon after I left work, it was such a beautiful day, I decided to drive up to Dixie to see if I could find any pretty trees in fall color.  So far, not so much……..

But, as always, I  found plenty of beauty. I spent about an hour wandering, just enjoying the blue sky and fresh air. Here are a few things I happened across.


This pretty view of the bayou with some cypress trees in color.


Here are those cotton fields, no cotton, but neat rows lined up ready for the next planting season.


As I was driving down the levee, I saw this fellow grazing in the afternoon sun.

He was not alone…….


He was accompanied by his family. This cute baby kept sticking his tongue out at me.
 Maybe he didn’t like having his picture taken!


Some lovely cows were also munching on the grasses along the levee. Most of them ignored me,
 but this lady was a little curious. I just love her bangs.


What fun! Those round bales of  hay make a colorful turkey to celebrate Thanksgiving.
 How could anyone drive by this and not smile?


Old Glory waving in the afternoon breeze and in the background, some beautiful fall color.

I headed for home refreshed, the stress of the day somehow had disappeared as I was out and about enjoying this beautiful world God has given us.

 Just one of the many things I have to be thankful for this season.


Friday, November 19, 2010

Foggy Morn

"The fog comes on little cat feet."

This line from the poem Fog by Carl Sandburg comes to mind any time I wake to a morning like this one. Here is a look out my window with fog hovering over the swamp.

It is soft and quiet, and moves as stealthly as a cat.

Fog takes the hard edges off the world for a while. It was a serene and peaceful way to start my day!

The fog comes on little cat feet.
It sits looking over harbor and city,
On silent haunches and then moves on.
                                        Carl Sandburg

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Father Tim is Back

I have never given a book review on my blog before, but I have just finished this wonderful
Father Tim book by Jan Karon. I highly recommend it!
It is an easy read, set in Ireland, funny in places, sad in others, a wonderful story of family reconciliation.
If you are a follower of the Mitford Series by this author, you are probably already reading it!

I was hooked with the first Mitford book and have been an avid follower of Father Tim, Dooley, Puny, Uncle Billy & Rose and of course Cynthia and Violet the cat and all the others whose lives became so real through the talented pen of Jan Karon. I have missed them as I would old friends and I loved catching up with them once again. I hope this is not the end of Father Tim's adventures!

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Fowl Family

Have you ever found something that you fell in love with the moment you saw it?
This sweet little family had been rejected by others at an auction, but immediately found a place in my heart.
It is time worn, a little chipped in places, but that makes it all the more dear to me.

They have the sweetest little faces, and even though the color and glaze is not perfect, it's that imperfection that attracts me.

They have been around a while as evidenced by the crazing in the glaze, but I imagine for a time, they graced someone's kitchen and brought a smile to a lady's face every now and then.

 So now they will live in my kitchen for a while and I do admit, they bring a smile to my face too!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010


In honor of all our veterans, who served our country to ensure the freedom we so cherish,
many giving the ultimate sacrifice.

 We say thanks.

Veteran's Park, Shreveport, LA

Friday, November 05, 2010


The busyness of this time of year has been more pronounced than usual and I haven’t had much time to stop and catch my breath or capture any moments with my camera.

This afternoon, I took a little walk through the swamp. We had some rain last week and it is finally cool enough that I don’t worry as much about snakes.  I thought I would share a couple of pictures with you.


Nothing in particular, just things that caught my eye like these pretty leaves. We have very little leaf color this year so these stand out.

A piece of a dead tree among the millions of leaves.


A reflection of the dock, sky and trees. The seeds and the layer of leaves  add another dimension.
Behind my neighbor’s house are swamp flowers in abundance. I have been planning to take pictures and haven’t had time. Now that it has finally rained, it is too wet and swampy to get in close.  Just imagine a swamp full of these pretty yellow flowers.

I apologize for the quality of these pictures. The wind was blowing and the light fading so they are not as sharp nor the color as clear as usual. I enjoyed the short time I had outdoors so much, I decided to share anyway.  I hope you enjoyed it also.