Saturday Supper

 

On our way to Saturday supper this week,

we spent about an hour at beautiful

Caddo Lake State Park.

 

Even though we are several hundred

miles north of Evangeline country,

this area reminds me of South Louisiana

and the Atchafalaya Basin.

 

 

Come along on our walk and see if you agree.

I have added a few lines from the poem

Evangeline by Longfellow that come to mind.

 

 

This is the forest primeval.

The murmuring pines and hemlocks,

 bearded with moss, and in garments of green,

indistinct in the twilight,

Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic.

 

 

 

 

Over their heads the towering and tenebrous boughs

of the cypress met in a dusky arch, and trailing mosses in mid-air

waved like banners that hang on the walls of ancient cathedrals.

 

Water-lilies in myriads rocked on the slight undulations

made by the passing oars.......

 

 

Deathlike the silence seemed, and unbroken, save by the herons

home to their roosts in the cedar-trees returning at sunset.

 Can you see the pirogue gliding through the

water bearing Evangeline on her journey to

find her Gabriel?

 

I found myself reading again their story so familiar

to the Cajun people of Louisiana

after I looked at the pictures we took.

 

 

Once again, we returned home, not only refreshed

in body from a good meal, but refreshed in

spirit and soul from the beauty

of the world God so graciously gave us to inhabit.

 

Hope you enjoyed our drive and your weekend was

also filled with beauty! 

 

 

Until next time,

                 Carolyn

 

(These photos were taken with David's little

point and shoot camera so they are not as sharp.

We didn't start out with this destination in mind...

I know! I should never leave home without my camera!)

 

 



Wishing and Hoping

Really hoping these lovely thunderheads

provide a shower this afternoon.

I did my part, I went through the

car wash on my way home from church :)

 

 

If that doesn't work, we watered the grass yesterday.

 

 

So now, it is up to nature.

 Rain or shine, it's a beautiful day.

 

 

Until next time,

Carolyn

“When one door of happiness closes, another opens;

 but often we look so long at the closed door

 that we do not see the one which has been opened for us."

                                                                       Helen Keller

 

                

 

The open doors in one of my favorite old

houses still standing in Dixie.

 

I always think about the folks who have lived

here and wonder if they knew just how blessed

they were to have lived and raised

their children in the country.

 

 

 

Remnants of lives lived and stories told still

paper the walls in this humble home.

 

 

Each year, more of the little house

falls into disrepair. I imagine the memories

will live on long after these walls cease to speak.

 

It's a reminder to be thankful for the happiness

each day brings. When one door finally closes,

 looking with anticipation to the next one that opens,

all the while remembering the good things learned

from the past.

 

Until next time,

                Carolyn

 

 



July 4

 

 

A Perfect Day

 

 

 

 

 

Porch sittin'

 

 &

 

 

Sparkler twirlin'

 

 

 

God bless America, land that I love!