Early March provided some new blossoms to enjoy. We can't figure out what the first one is...the other two are bridal wreath and some kind of azalea.
We've been working like dogs trying to get on top of the North Pasture. I think I'm going to put the pond back there, but we'll leave enough ground between the house and the pond to have a decent space. The pond will come whenever we sell the lots down in Richwood...sooner rather than later, I hope.
It sure is nice to sit on the porch, sipping a Glenfidditch 15 single malt and watching Denise clear the pasture...she's done quite a good job, wouldn't you say?
I did manage to plant a couple of Owari satsuma trees. There's a clump of trash trees I'd like to take down to make the spot even sunnier, but I'll have to wait for a little help from the elven woodmaster before I try to take on that task. You can see the clump of purloined irises behind the second tree I planted.
I still have the blackberry raised bed to do, and I'm looking for a celeste fig tree or two, but we seem to be making some progress. Although the azaleas are a little late due to the cold winter, they seem to be on the verge of busting out. One or two are starting to fill out, but the rest is just a promise at this point.
I really need to sit on the porch with my telephoto lens...we have some nice looking birds coming to the feeder I'd love to share. The only critters from the porch I have are a couple that showed up on a humid night with thunderstorms this past week. For my sisters (remember Lake Catherine)...an evil Luna Moth, and some other big brown moth that took shelter from the storm on my porch.
We did break away to Baton Rouge since the last post. We observed Brian's defense of his Master's thesis - the public portion anyway. We then celebrated with a crawfish boil hosted by his good friend Mikeila. There were various Fells and Thibodeaux's in attendance. (Scott pulled some strings and located some excellent crawfish for this time of year).
The first batch was a frenzy of activity, bringing out Scotty's oedipal subconcious, while the real crawfish eaters waited on the second, spicier boil. Of course the buzzards were on the carcass at the end...finishing up the beer, the vegetables and the undersized remnants of the earlier feast.
We finally put the boat in the water yesterday. I really wanted to get through the break-in period on the motor. It was a nice Sunday afternoon on the water. We did fish a llittle bit, and after Denise had caught 5 reds (one 18" keeper) and 4 drum, I decided to stop trying for flounder with the spinner bait. People were at our favorite flounder hole both times we passed, so we went to a cut in the back of the canal on the way back. Shrimp on a jighead fished on the bottom. I snagged a 22" red, plus some throwback reds and puppy drum. Denise wrestled in a big drum (about 28" and 10 lbs or so) and a big croaker that we kept. I also had a very large fish break my line (a big red or another big drum most likely). We enjoyed it until the sun was setting and finally got to get the boat to planing speed on the way back - we're going to like this rig!
After a hard days' work in the yard today, I filleted the croaker and the drum and put them on the grill. It wasn't too shabby, although I had to only take the best part of the drum - it was just a little too big to be prime table fare. we're saving the redfish for another occasion.
Now we want to go back and nail those flounder.
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