Saturday, August 27, 2011

Front Porch Sitting



Just the thought of the first autumn winds coming into the swamp makes it so easy to say goodbye to BeBe’s sweet snow balls. It’s funny how the seasons are forever linked to certain rituals we all remember as children. Like the first summer snow ball or Autumn’s sugary pecan candy.
It’s been a long hot summer to say the least down here in the Atchafalaya River Basin. Even the old oaks seem to be drooping, but soon the fall winds will blow over the swamp and I hope to be sitting on the front porch of this camp. I'll be enjoying a bowl of spicy chicken and andouille gumbo and waiting on a beautiful sunset. Maybe even invite a few cousins to laugh with as the conversation turns to whose mama made the best pralines.


It's gonna be a good start to the fall season. I guess I'd better stock up on chow-chow and file. You can't ever have enough.

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St. Martinville, Louisiana, United States
A tiny piece of land.