The Weight of Water

Here you go Carol

Some days are harder to get through than others.  And I know I don't have the issues like some of my dear friends do.  But sometimes molehills can seem like mountains.

We met my brother for lunch at Middendorf's.  Carrie and the baby drove with us and Uncle Kenny and Michelle got to spend time with Sawyer.  He was so good, eating everything in sight including french fries and fried catfish!  Good Cajun boy, that one.

Kenny and Michelle will spend the Easter weekend on their sailboat with their daughter Mary and her beau Mark.  Get this, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, hey.  Mary runs a dog rescue in New Orleans!  Right!

Since Crawfish is pretty traditional for Easter here in Louisiana, I decided I would make my dad's Crawfish Etouffee for Sunday at Carrie's.  Then I realized my recipe book with all his recipes, and the all ones my mother wrote had been in the drop shelf up under the cabinet and was never taken out when they tore the kitchen cabinets out after the flood.  Gone!

I lost it.  Just plain lost it all over again.

Still.  It hits me like that still.  After nearly two years.  Just one thing can knock you into an abyss.

And there you are.
 
I know others who feel this way.  And we know you really have to have been a flood survivor to truly understand it all.  Or some disaster I would imagine.  To get to the other side takes a part of you that people who didn't make  that journey can't really fully know.  It's not that they don't care, it's just that they don't know that piece of you that is missing inside.

And.......there you are. 

Since I don't celebrate these things, I will leave you with some really nice pictures of the things that surround the season.

And hope your holiday is beautiful.

The lilies are so pretty

My friend across the street who had the thistle I loved last year

showed me another she found in her yard.  She said she saved it from the lawn mower for me since I had loved the other one so much.  

 Carrie had some artichokes growing again.  This is the one from last year.
  They are pretty cool.  She didn't eat them, just looked at them.  I would have eaten them. 










And just in case you think I might be some kind of heathen or something, I actually know the Easter Bunny.

And her name is Martha.