Biting into desire
I was pulling weeds out of the driveway strip and a woman crossed from the bayou with her dog and said, “Is this your house?”
She then said she had just moved to the neighborhood and had been admiring this house every day she takes her bayou walk.
I bit my tongue and said, “Thanks.”
The LaLa Drama is always about – the latest is I wanted to hang a simple sunshade on the back screen porch that had been designed with a large pecan tree shading it, which fell during the 2005 Federal Flood. Now a flood of sunshine enters about 2PM and from there, it is all downhill – because the porch heats up too much to enjoy. Except, of course, you can’t just simply put up a sunshade on a house in New Orleans, no you have to build a galvanized hood to put it under to protect from sun, rain, termites, you name it.
Yesterday afternoon, with our friend visiting from New York we sat outside and enjoyed the LaLa for all of its glory. The garden is lush because it never winterized (read: there was no Winter 2011), and butterflies are still feasting on the milkweed. The newly planted roses are trying to find themselves – right now they are putting out small blossoms perhaps due to the shock of being planted so late in the season. The front porch itself is newly painted albeit the wear and tear to the treads is already visible and needs to be addressed (sooner rather than later) (read: very large sigh).
My kingdom for a front porch with a water view.
Wait, I already have that. Bite my tongue.
