Chris Ryan Gaudet, happy birthday! May God bless your every step all the days of your life. I love you!
Bien merci à John Bedford de Auburn, Ala. Thanks for thinking me worthy. Your gift of the Toshiba laptop is a welcomed blessing. I’ve thought of having one but when my kids wanted to buy one for me I’d tell them no I don’t need that don’t worry about me. Not until the box was delivered by the UPS man. I gently carried it to my bed opened it and lo and behold I envision a million wanna-dos with it after all. I love it.
John, Rheta Grimsley and husband, Hines, came by to visit two weeks ago. Always great to have them! Last May when I played a gig in Auburn for Rheta’s introduction of Hank’s book, John gave me a grand tour. Knew every crack and cranny of that city.
I called on friend Rose Maitre in Scott asking how often does she fertilize her garden. The soil here lacks of nutrients. She said every couple of months she adds a small amount of Triple 8. I use the more potent Triple 13 and added some yesterday. It’ll either kill or cure, do or die for bell peppers and a new crop of crowder peas. It boosted up the okra so I’m adding it to the tomatoes today. I make slight elevated rows, but when rain comes, it flattens the sandy soil. I’ll not complain about the rain, though. Bring it on.
I’ll awaken one morning, look out the window and find the okra tall as the house. Or lying flat on the ground burnt dead from too much fertilizer.
I put up a fence around the garden. I left a space below the wire using the shovel to shave the grass instead of round up or weed eater. So I planted pole limas to vine on the fence. You gotta envision this: I watched daily as the vines grew taller and wider. The lima vines have taken over the okra on one side but still making okra. Opposite side those vines have wrapped around the tall tomato plants like a mama octopus hugging on to her baby octopus. Most beautiful poled limas! Ain’t gonna do that again, though. Next year I’ll prepare another spot to plant tomatoes and I’ll not plant pole limas again. The bush will have to do. Delicious lima beans!
When in Breaux Bridge, Rees Street Market’s Carlton Degetaire wraps a few links of their delicious boudin treat for Vielle Femme. When Champagne’s changed owners they kept the recipe. I sometimes bring home a few links for my grandson Noah Trahan. He loves every bite. We’ve bought our boudin there since moving to Butte La Rose in 1976.
I sat in with a small group called The Sharing Circle: Les Traiteurs at Vermilionville Sunday, Aug. 12, for the celebration of Acadiana Culture Day. The acoustics were undesirable but the audience filled the chapel. I enjoyed my first time participating in the discussion although time to express our knowledge and experiences was limited. Research on traiteurs has been made and although the prayers may mean the same, no two of us use the same words. There are myths on rules through the centuries of who we can pass our prayers or chants to. I can speak for my own what I have done for two decades now that’s helped others. I pass mine on to those I can trust. Admittedly I do regret a couple of bad judgments. But to emphasize, only God is our healer.
Amètie à tout, lashe pas, prier pour notre payée!