On the way there and back, I noticed for the first time how many of the huge lilies were in the river. These are the really big ones with gorgeous yellow flowers on tall stalks.
It’s funny how they seem to only be in certain places. There’s none by my house, and none on my side of the river until you get up near the Goddell area, and then there are large floats of them on both sides of the river.
I was delighted to see a momma wood duck leading a flotilla of tiny babies away from my dock heading across the river. I believe they came from my box, and I am so thrilled.
Actually, I scared her and the kids away when I dumped shrimp heads overboard without realizing she was close by. Kind of glad though, because my cat has a nasty talent for catching and eating baby ducks. Maybe they’ll be safer across the river.
I attended the funeral last Saturday of Marlene Hendrix, who has been president of the Morgan City Community Concert Association board for some years.
The service in Pharr Methodist Chapel was very nice, but the most wonderful part, (to me, anyway) was the music. In particular, a group of ladies, some of whom might have been Marlene’s daughters, sang “No Time.”
The piece featured a soloist, Angela Jones-Landry whose voice was absolutely gorgeous. I really don’t know who she is at all, or her relation to the Hendrix family, but she brought tears to my eyes and I don’t think I was the only one.
Actually, I was surprised to learn that Marlene was only five years older than me which gives me a little frisson in my spine. When someone in their 70s died it used to faze me not at all, but now it gives me a teeny shiver. Seventy doesn’t sound very old anymore.
It has been hot lately. When I walk along the spillway, I try to stay in the woods as much as possible, where I can be in the shade at least.
We finally got some rain. I had plugged in my bayou pump one morning, and hooked up all the plastic pipes which connect to it and watered my yard. This was after two weeks with not a drop of rain. Of course, that very evening it poured down rain.
It is beautiful this morning on the river. Water hyacinths piled up on both sides of the river. A faint, drifting fog lies close to the surface. The current is slow and there is a slight north breeze pushing the water downstream. The Martins are chattering noisily and the mallards are galumphing around my neighbor’s yard.
I wonder where the wood ducks are. There’s a faint sort of whistle in the air. Must be the little frogs or whatever creature makes noises with feet and wings.
Three local bands are holding an event on Lake Verret to raise money for cancer. It’s being billed as “Jammin’ on the Bayou,” but people are calling it the “Woodstock of the bayou.”
I understand the bands will be on a barge and the only way to get to the show is by boat. Should be interesting.
And in Morgan City there is a water safety program at Lake End Park, which is being billed as the first Aqua Safety Community Program.
An organizer called me about this and said it was partly the result of several drowning deaths in the area in the past few years. It’s that time of the year.
Teche News’ Lower St. Martin correspondent, Linda Cooke, can be e-mailed at firstname.lastname@example.org.