Saturday, February 11, 2012

Swamp Dust

A full moon glares through the moss covered limbs of a cypress tree and reflects off the shimmering waters of Henderson Swamp. It is another night in the Atchafalaya Basin, in the heart of Cajun country. Right now, it February and another cold front has dropped in from the north, and like Yankees, we dread the invasion but accept it as part of the season.

Fortunately, it doesn't snow here and winter days here don't involve shoveling snow. Instead,
a pot of roux is cooked and prepared for gumbo. Starting in as early as late December, the fields are flooded and crawfish traps are set. Even if you're cold, nothing will get you feeling right faster than a bowl of chicken and Andouille sausage gumbo with a shot of whiskey before climbing under the electric blanket with your love.

This is the new life I have found. This is my new semi-Nirvana. Just had to share this.

1 comment:

  1. Sometimes (most?) it takes a while to realize that the things that you really want can be had with much less effort and stress than what is required to collect all the things other people tell you that you need. There is a peace that comes from stepping out of the stationary wheel of consumerism that one wishes they had found much earlier. Congrats on the achievement.