Butte La Rose

Bonjour!
Spring has sprung. The moon was increasing this past week and nature has hovered herself over everywhere there is a green leaf and grass to be seen. Last Sunday I could view the canal from my porch. Today, a week later, I can barely see the water rising through the greenery.
Ain’t nature beautiful? The carpenter bees are pollinating the fruit trees. Talking about fruits, in all their busies, worries and hurries of their day, God blessed me with friends who came to visit a few weeks ago and brought with them seven fig trees, five different delicious kinds, and planted those around my yard. I am so grateful. Every day I walk in the yard, new leaves popping out. Yup, they’ve all survived. Thank you my friends and thank you Lord!
They may bear a few figs this year, but look out for next year. Myself, friends, bees, birds, squirrels and coons will feast. When asked what will I do with the abundance of figs harvested, I’ll say share with those who have none as has been done for me. And pick for those with allergies.
And she also brought me a handy lightweight shovel. I need it around the yard. I can’t use the big heavier shovel. Wow, I am blessed. She read my mind and saw my need for it.
No garden for me this year. Can anyone tell what’s happened to the global warming? Looks like the winter is clinging on to the Midwest. Even here the cold is holding back preparations on gardening.
Know something else is popular are little signs in yards “fresh yard eggs for sale.” Yup, that yoke is yellow, fry avec la graisse cochon and sprinkle with raw minced garlic, ketchup and biscuits, delicious!
Happily I’ve seen hundreds of Hank Williams pictures posted on facebook in the past few weeks. He is gone from this earth, but not forgotten by far. Many have tried to imitate his voice, but God protects Hank’s purity letting no other man conquer! We’ll always have the spirit of this man, Hank him self’s pure voice singing his own songs.
To say after losing my trucking job in 1987 I decided to go run for a trucking company out of Butler, Mo. My application was accepted through the mail. Total strangers to each other. I left here in January ’88. Kids all grown, youngest Bonnie would soon be 17. I wanted to go back on the road. Next to God and my children my love was the road. I learned to live the big road. It was not easy at first running truck solo unloading tanks, but with God there guiding my steps I learned.
I was not afraid of what lay ahead as I readied myself for my Butler journey. I had detoured, going visit my son, Steve, and his family living in southeast Missouri. As many miles as I’d covered on the road, I’d never been to that area before. But I found my way.
Still heavy on my heart when I arrived was my memory of that morning when I left my family and my Cajun country. I was listening to five Cajun music radio stations. As I drove north getting farther away from home now and then one of the stations would fade out. I’d punch the other stations over and over. With heavy heart I’d try to hear them as much as I could. I didn’t know how long I’d be gone or when I’d be coming back this way. I’d look in my rear mirror and hard as it was to do, I was leaving my loving family and warm friends behind me for a road of what seemed as darkness ahead at that time. The beat goes on.
Keep on trucking!

Cousine Hélène
337-280-1988.
helenboudreaux@juno.com.