Last Friday, the first day of Jazz Fest, the Weather Channel said 30% chance of showers moving to a 60% chance in the evening with severe thunderstorms expected on Saturday and an 80% chance of rain. Before I stepped outside the birds were screaming as if someone was pulling their feathers off one at a time. Heidi, who is skittish with storms, didn’t want to leave the house and kept trying to run in someone…
It’s that time of year again, post Nov 1st (read: post Hurricane Season), and the heat is gone and the air is crisp and cool, and right at this time of year, when most of the country is starting to put on snow clothes, is when we count our blessings. A November stroll through the park is magical with the cormorants drying their wings in the trees, a Great Blue Heron standing in the shadows…
We woke this morning to a silvery grey fog that hung and clung to landscape here on Bayou St. John. As Loca and I walked through the spooky park this morning, we marveled at how quiet the fog makes the world. It’s interesting because one of the lores of the South is that it is so hot people have their windows open and you can hear the private conversations for miles because voices travel easy…
We were due to have yet another storm pass through New Orleans early this week but it never came. Instead there has been this thickness in the air that can best be described by trying to imagine you got up and took five Valiums and then walked out your door. That’s about what it feels like. But there is something about this humid, thick, air that has its benefits. Hair and skin stay moist even…