For years now, I have (good-naturedly) picked at my "cross da street neighbor" about our yards. Theirs is always neat as a pin, well manicured and with grass looking like a lush green carpet. They spend many hours cutting, trimming, weeding, etc. and because if it, their yard always looks like some kind of Southern Living Magazine layout or something.
While their place is looking so peaceful, and park-like lets just say that ours.... well.... just isn't.
My philosophy when it comes to my yard is, if its green why kill it. I don't care if it's clovers, or dollar weed, or 'dandylions', shucks, I like clover flowers; I say let 'em grow. When we cut our grass we will even leave patches of clover behind for the dogs to romp in. Let's just say, me and my neighbors have vastly different ideas 'bout yard care.
Peggy and I are slowly picking up da pieces and cleaning da joint up after the wonderful Easter week we had. Can ya imagine having family and friends over to a house with no kitchen sink?? Thank goodness we have the kind of friends and family who just roll with the flow and pitch in laughing and joking and having a good time. Folks who, instead of griping and complaining, take what comes, laughing and having fun. God bless them all. While straightening up I took a few minutes to post an example of what I do at work. Working in the bayous can be a real challenge in the winter. I took this example of us digging our way back into the marsh in a very narrow, shallow channel at low tide. The light areas along the bank are actually mud flats. Needless to say, I breathed a sigh of relief when we finally tied up to the platform, and my morning of mud holin' was over.I apologize for the poor quality and lack of sound. I may add some harmonica music later if I can convince my back ground singers(da houndawgs) that it should be a solo act.
We are thrilled to be spending Easter Sunday with Mr. Ed and Mrs. Jean this year. Presently, they are sitting on the patio going over plans for this afternoon's dinner. Cappy's sister Maria and her family will be here, and our friend Melissa and her daughter, Melan. We certainly hope you are having a most wonderful Holiday. Be Safe and May God Bless. Here is a link to a card we picked out especially for you: http://www.bluemountain.com/view.pd?i=209972680&m=6065&source=bma992Love, Cappy and Pegody
Mr. Ed and Mrs. Jean arrived and we've been having all kinds of fun with them. Mr. Ed got to meet the local funsters and made boudin (they had fun teaching him how to say it). We are busily taking pics and will most likely be posting away when time permits. They are going to spend Easter with us, and once again, Cappy will be firing up the pit. Not conventional Yankee type Easter Dinner, but good and tasty nontheless. Cappy plans on making bbq'd pork ribs, bbq'd asparagus, his smoked mushroom appetizers, his bbq'd beans and uh...I fergit. Mrs. Jean will be making a potato salad, and already my mouth is watering just thinking about it. Once't again I will be 'playing' a chef named Sous. It's my lot in life, but I like it just fine. The day before Easter, we plan on going over to Cappy's sister, Maria's house to color eggs. That's always a fiercly competitive hoot. Here's the link to last year's debacle to get a flavor of how it goes, and that's what I will leave you with, til next posting. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZUhoZm4kDU
After voting yesterday, Cappy set about working hard all day, trying to whip our yard back in shape, with me dragging behind, totin' and fetchin', draggin' and haulin'. The whole time we kept one eye on Jude and Sonia's house, just because. The way things are today, you just never know. (Everybody in three counties...parishes knew they wouldn't be home on election day.) And all day, between quick breaks, we'd ask, "I wonder how the voting is going...I wonder who's ahead right now". Finally after a longggg day of hot sweaty, pollen-laden work, we headed in, got showered and right into pj's, preparing to tumble, exhausted, into bed, when I noticed cars lining the street. "Oh!!!" I told Cappy, we should get dressed and go on over to see how things are going and to await the results with them". By then, Cappy was already in bed and halfway asleep, and his thought was that, even if we did get dressed and go on over, that with so many people we'd either get lost in the shuffle or get in the way, and it's Cappy's way to do things more on a personal one-to-one level, so he said, "No, we aint goin' nowhere tonight; we'll find out in the mornin'". "It is ok if I turn on the tv in here then?" "No." Oh alright, because I was truly spent anyhow, I fell into bed, too. We were sound asleep when sometime later the phone rang. I don't remember even hearing it, or the answering machine picking it up, but it was Sonia's sister, also our neighbor saying that she just wanted us to know that "Jude won!" At that we sat bolt upright and "Wha-hoo'd"; finally somebody honest had won using a clean political campaign in South Louisiana! We are soooooo very proud of them...Jude and Sonia. He's a good man, and she's the good woman behind him. In the words of Jimmy Buffett, she's "the woman to blame". We love them both dearly and are so excited for them. This morning Cappy got up very early, went outside to begin sawing up some of the wood we had pruned from the trees, when he spotted Jude, still in his pj's, across the street talking on a cell phone, while letting their dog 'stretch his legs'. Seeing Jude in his red plaid bathrobe, Cappy couldn't resist: "Ohhh, I was wondering what robe the judges were wearing this season". Jude hollard back, "It's the only robe I've got!" So Cappy said, "Well, whatcha wearin' it outside for...practicin'?" Then they met in the middle of the street and Jude came in for a handshake, but big ol' softy teddybear Cappy thinkin' "Heck, that aint enough", went in and gave him a great big hug. It brings tears to Cappy's eyes and a lump in his throat; "Been knowin' the man for a long time, and he's more than a good man and a good a good friend and neighbor, and now EVAH-body knows it, too!"I guess they do...Jude won by a landslide.What spoke to my heart was, the other day when we were on our way back from our friends Sam and Louise's house, we got behind an old truck loaded with political signs and a speaker calling for people to get out and vote for Jude. Now Jude, if you recall from past postings, has received some pretty 'high-falootin' awards. He can run with the 'big dawgs'. He rubs shoulders with some pretty influential people. But this particular truck in question was so old and rickety, and when I say it was rust colored, I mean it was so completely rusted, that rust was it's color. It's driver was a scrawny wrinkled old black gentleman. A perfect compliment; truck and driver. The man's demeanor, as he drove his truck around, was one of pride. To me, it spoke of something akin to love, that campaigning for Jude had awakened in both the gentleman and his truck. Jude has helped so many people in his career as a lawyer, even those who couldn't afford to pay. Judge Jude Gravois speaks for everybody.(And to our silly Yankee grandkids, who saw the political sign in the yard, and I didn't get a chance to respond to you, "Yes, he will be Judge JUDE, and the 'e' on Jude IS silent, ya big dummies!")
Tomorrow Cappy and I have the honor and privilege to get out and vote for our neighbor, Jude Gravois for Judge of Court of Appeal. If you are 'kin' to Cappy, then most likely you've met Jude and Sonia on several occasions. If you have been regular readers of ours, then, for certain, you've heard us talk about them many times, because they are friends of ours, whom we have always held in high esteem. We are thrilled that he's running for this position. South Louisiana desperately needs honest politicians, and Jude is as honest as the day is long (and longer, actually). I could go on ad infinitum, but will let Cappy have his say. Presently, he's taking a nap. We will add his imput and edit this post. We wanted to share the good news about Jude's campaign, and urge those who are readers in our district, to please join us at the polls Saturday, April 4.
While their place is looking so peaceful, and park-like lets just say that ours.... well.... just isn't.
My philosophy when it comes to my yard is, if its green why kill it. I don't care if it's clovers, or dollar weed, or 'dandylions', shucks, I like clover flowers; I say let 'em grow. When we cut our grass we will even leave patches of clover behind for the dogs to romp in. Let's just say, me and my neighbors have vastly different ideas 'bout yard care.
This brings me to the Flamingos. For years now, I have been threatening Sonia with a pair of big ole tacky pink flamingos. It has been a running joke between us for almost 20 years now. Can ya imagine how heart-broken I was a couple years back when I heard da flamingo people had gone out of business. It really broke my heart that they would never grace our tacky garden. Well yesterday while walking through Big Lots, what to my wondering eyes should appear...... ya guessed it, these fine 2 beauties. I 'most scared Peggy to death, with my loud squeal of delight. I have scoured the internet looking for these guys, but all I could find were faded second-hand ones for way too much money on Ebay. I almost drooled on them as I scurried a pair into our basket. The ride home seemed to take forever as I anticipated my next move.
I hurriedly stuck them right by the road, straight across from Sonia's kitchen window and awaited my just reward. There they stood this morning in all their tacky glory complete with a beer bottle and floppy hat to complete the effect.
Well, half da neighborhood got a good laugh outa da deal and much to Sonia's delight the tacky flamingos now oversee their rightfull place safely out of the neighbors view overlooking our "tacky garden".
