An Afternoon at Eunice City Lake Sunday, Apr 29 2018 

We visited City Lake today for the first time in probably more than 25 years.  The Lake and the original shoddy picnic facilities had been condemned environmentally after the railroad derailment nearly 20 years ago, but the railroad also paid the city off for the damages to the tune of a very lofty sum, enough obviously to restore the Lake and build new pier/picnic/restroom facilities.  Our small Cajun city has a really nice facility now, something we can be proud of.  Now that we know of it’s existence in our retirement phase of life, we might plan a weekday grillin’ picnic out there before the summer heat and humidity set in.

Marley enjoyed his visit, too.  He watches Swamp People on TV with us on Thursday nights, so maybe he fancies getting an audition to get on as an alligator hunting dog.  Fortunately, we didn’t see any gators this afternoon.  I don’t think Marley realizes that a puppy dog his size strolling about the water’s edge would provide an easy meal for a hungry alligator.31506220_10215872379823796_3304653562549537474_n

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The Season of Mr. and Mrs. Redbird Wednesday, Apr 25 2018 

Do Cardinals fall in love?  Sure seems so.

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The bright red male is probably watching his sweetheart hopping about the ground below.  They’re inseparable—-I call them love-nerds!

For the past several years that we’ve become backyard bird watchers/feeders, we’ve become well-acquainted with a couple I refer to as Mr. and Mrs. Redbird.  They’re more inseparable than human mates.  Once in a while I’ll see one or the other alone around the bird feeder and begin to muse, “Ah, at last, I caught them apart.”  But almost before I can complete the sentence, the other swoops down from the overhanging Oak branches or drops out of the hedge just a few feet away and begins hopping and pecking around, grazing among the wild bird seed that’s fallen from the feeder.

I wonder if this is the same couple that hung out here last year, or if they’re newly-weds.  I also wonder if this is the mating couple whose nestlings were gruesomely murdered two years ago by Marley the Malicious (dog).  That was before we put up the bird feeder.  Marley showed no tolerance for birds who made nests in the shrubbery!

But since we put out the feeder, the Cardinals (and the doves, the starlings, the sparrows, and the Bluejays who regularly come by) have become such common place visitors that Marley has grown indifferent to their presence.  They hop cheerily along the ground beneath the feeder as he watches lazily from his restful perch on the patio no more than 20 feet away.

Our back yard has become a peaceful managerie where the furry and the feathered co-exist.  Not so much the furry and the furry, because Marley and Sadie remain much-opposed to squirrels who violate the sanctuary of their back yard.

But gratefully, they leave the love-birds alone.  Maybe even the dogs are moved by the birdies’ darling romance?

How sweet!

 

No Ruts: The Spring 2018 Patio Change-Arrange Thursday, Apr 19 2018 

We played around with the patio furniture configuration this evening and came up with a new outdoor living space plan.  The old plan worked, but why leave matters the same when change is possible?  Life is too short to dwell in ruts!IMG_1482

Patio Dwelling Daze: The Fountain Wednesday, Apr 11 2018 

IMG_1461We bought this patio fountain for our anniversary a couple of years ago.  Last spring, the tubing was starting to crack and lose its pliability; as a result, keeping the tubing in place became nigh impossible.  The dysfunctional fountain spent the entire summer, its inner parts encrusted in scum, in a disassembled heap on the edge of the patio, nothing more than an incubator for mosquito larvae.

Last week, I came to my senses.  We went to town and bought the inexpensive replacement tubing to effect the simple repair.  We cleaned her out, shined her parts, and hooked up her anew.

Now the fountain’s resumed its  playful splashing, its crystal stream glistening in the patio lights, just in time for the prime daze of spring.

The Queen of Spring Cleaning Friday, Apr 6 2018 

It’s that season of year—-every surface outdoors is subject to cleansing!  Before retirement, I took care of the outdoor chores on my own.  But since Sarah joined me in the ranks of  leisure this season, she’s proven mightily adaptable to tasks formerly reserved for the master of the household.

Outdoor mold and mildew, beware: the Pressure Stream Queen wields her wonder-working scepter against all matters gross and scummy!

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Gitterdun: This power-washing queen is way too cute.

Country Roads, Acadiana: The “Fork” in Forked Island? Wednesday, Apr 4 2018 

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Observe the fork in my shirt pocket: Is this the fork of Forked Island?  Read on!

We’ve accumulated a burgeoning album of scenic family photos taken near Forked Island in lower Vermilion Parish with the Intracoastal Canal in the background, thanks to our son’s in-laws who  host us there regularly for Thanksgiving and Good Friday gatherings for several years now.   The camp’s watery background  provides a notably picturesque, photogenic landscape.

Place-names always intrigue me, so I’ve been wondering where the Forked in Forked Island comes from.  There’s no island in apparent view, and nothing looks particularly forked.  (The local pronunciation, incidentally, unfolds in two terse syllables: fork-ed.  That’s another curious detail about the name of this locale.)

I really like this latest Good Friday crawfish boil photo we took last week.  But check out the plastic fork in my shirt pocket: I didn’t notice the fork until two or three days later.  So I decided that until I learn where the forked in Forked Island comes from,  I will regard this fork in the pocket as a visible  symbol of good times of eating: sharing food and fellowship with family way down south of South Louisiana along the Intracoastal—- at Forked Island, just one more colorful, Cajun-flavored place along the scenic highways and bayous of South Louisiana.