Overhead I sometime see jets streaking across the sky. I tip my fingers in a salute...these trails are from our military; the pilots keep watch overhead. As I trod the forest floor I feel just a bit safer for knowing the jets have flown by silently overhead.
And I count it a blessing that 2007 was a year of peace in my land.
The bayou reflected the sky and the trees whether I was there to see it or not. Yet when I see the beauty, I count it as a gift to me from above.crawfish crawl. The cypress knees grow; and the scene changes color throughout each day.
mulchy pine needles that blanket the forest floor.