Joyful Wednesday in Bayou Country

The early part of the day was a purple morning glory.  A glorious wonder on the funeral home fence. Hot pink crepe myrtle bushes peek through the purple.   The old Trowbridge mansion's white magnolias completed that visual bouquet.  As I walked past, I realized that I love what heat produces.  You see how my mind operates.  It turns adversity into gems.  Diamonds lurk in the steaming pavement.  Silvery glitter adorns the Spanish Moss on the Live Oak trees.  Flowers surround me. 

I have no complaints.  I choose to be here in this steaming bayou jungle.  My early mornings begin with Community coffee on the front porch.   I sit here with one of mama's little china cups and sip the black fuel.  I wake up.  My walk usually begins around 7:30.  By then the cats are fed, the dishes done, and two cups of coffee course through my veins.  I meet Shelley at the corner where the Catholic Church sits across from the Methodist.  Since she is a non-stop talker, I just get into the rhythm of her voice and smile and wave as pickup truck traffic passes us.  She walks as fast as she talks.  I enjoy it.

Today we went to the Fairfax Mansion.  A friend bought it and is turning it into an Inn.  He's restoring and renting it out for parties and weddings.  Shelley's daughter is getting married there in October.  May I add that it cost $5,000 just for the rental.  Yes, it's a beautiful old home.  Quite stately.  I'm sure I'll bless yall with pictures of the whole shebang later.  For now, we're trying to design some fall bouquets.  I said let's just go out into the Basin and pick some Grandifloris.  We can use magnolia leaves and cat tails and rig up something decent.  She said her daughter would like something different.  We'll see. 

I spent the rest of the morning scraping and painting the white columns on mama's house.  It's all cypress and I am doing it one column at a time.  I love connecting to the house.  I feel as if mama is right there with me.  When I say, it's joyful to do this, I mean it.  I love to work alone - slow and methodical.  It is very relaxing.  I've lost four pounds already and someone commented on how toned my legs are yesterday.  I can't wait to pull out of the driveway and see how it looks from the street.

Right now, I am freshly bathed, sitting here in the front parlor, two air-conditioners humming and five fans blowing.  The house feels refreshing.  I am going to fix some iced tea and let my hair dry out on the porch while I admire my latest primed area.  The afternoon awaits me.  I'm a bit too tired to go out and talk to one of my church ladies so I may just have a beer at Candy's.  Thank yall for reading this.  Please let me know what you did today.  I am always happy to hear from everyone.  Bayou Blessings.  Salud.