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An hour or so at the sewage treatment pond

Sunday is the day for the local Orchid Society Meeting.

The meeting is held at Tyrell park on the outskirts of Beaumont. The day was sunny and perfect temperatures with a whiff of breeze to keep the mosquitoes away so we left a bit early to spend some time at the tertiary sewage treatment area.

Swamps and bogs and marshes are on the city’s southern border and we are on the Mississippi flyway. Waterfowl are in abundance as they were today–with ibis and spoonbills plus cormorants and assorted other ducks.

Unfortunately I could not get close enough to take good photos and those birds seemed to know how to camouflage themselves quite nicely but I did take a few photos and a short video of the sounds of the marsh.

Not quite what any of you expected?

How about listening to the sounds of the ducks?

and more photos are here:

Gadding about Houston and Beaumont

This past week has flown by. Of course, I worked the first three days which were incredibly busy and then I had doctor appointments on Thursday and Friday. I also dropped off quilts for our local quilt show and had a kidney stone—or maybe it was three or four—the recent ones have been too small for me to see. It’s still rather chilly here and I’m having a hard time being motivated to do much more than sit bundled up in front of the fire.

My brother who lives in South Carolina sent me a wonderful email description about their experience with snow—I think he inherited the story telling gene from our mother who tried so hard to be a writer. She did have a regularly published column—entitled ‘From Me to You’ in one of the local papers. M y youngest son has inherited that story-telling skill but my oldest  does not need to use that skill which he also inherited—he’s writing his dissertation on something that sounds suspiciously like turning lead into gold at UT-Austin in the Physical Chemistry. The middle son got his grandfather’s intuitive feel for mechanics and his quirky sense of humor.

Yesterday, my doctor visit went well. My nose is healing well and the planned for derma-abrasion was cancelled (then I would have truly looked like Bozo the clown not just feeling like him). We had parked at the Museum of Natural History and Science, rode the train down—there’s not much parking at St. Luke’s that doesn’t involve enclosed ramp driving—and with a F250 that is 6’2” tall and a clearance of 6’3” at best with antenna scraping the piping—I far prefer parking in the open and walking a good distance. Even inside the truck, I find myself ducking to avoid the ceiling. Fortunately on a Friday afternoon there was plenty of parking at the Museum.

We took a short stroll through the fragrance garden; a few decorative kales and some sad looking pansies were trying their best; the rest of the garden was empty branches and a few dead leaves. However, inside the Cockrell, butterflies flitted about; many of them on the Fire of Tobago, that happened to have the sweetest and most plentiful nectar. Fake flowers of red plastic bowls and yellow scrubbies had a few customers as well. Rotting fruit—bananas, papaya, honeydew melon—was offered in similar bowls. I had worn a bright yellow tank top over my gray thermals hoping to convince the butterflies that I was a flower. Alas, the day was overcast and the butterflies not particularly active.

Since breakfast had been late, we opted for an early supper at Al-T’s. Crawfish is in season; Glen had a huge plate of them—all deep fried—I had stuffed shrimp and a bowl of excellent shrimp gumbo.

**Sorry–no photos, my camera went swimming in the Rio Grande and it thinks it takes pictures but there’s nothing on the memory card. A new one is on its way from Canon

Hurricane Ike update

The wind is picking up and there is a fine mist. The doors in my house are beginning to rattle a bit but I think I’m prepared. I’ve been touched by the number of folks that have commented or emailed–sorry I’m not quite facile enough at this blogging thing yet to answer on-line. I thought I’d show you a few photos outside my front door. I’ll take photos every couple of hours or so as long as I can see and I promise I will not venture any further than my front porch and definitely not if it is raining.

Across the street is the Hobson house. This beautiful home is built in the same style as the McFadden-Ward Museum, former home of the McFaddens who were oil/cattle business people.The Hobsons were our neighbors for many years and we raised our children together. Now that their children are grown (as ours are as well), they are seeking to simplify and reduce square footage. There used to be two palm trees in front but they lost one to Hurricane Rita. I’m not sure why it isn’t boarded up as it was for Gustav just a week ago.



Catty-corner is a lovely cottage or bungalow which originally was owned by a photographer. The yard is nicely kept with a lovely gazing ball in the backyard and a newly tiled roof and walkway.

I’m not sure what the current owners do, I think they were from California but I haven’t seen a lot of them over the past few months and a wheelbarrow full of weeds stood for a long time on the corner. That flower bed on the corner near the street used to be a lovely oak tree–gone now thanks to Rita.







At the end of one of our driveways, we have a circular driveway that goes around the back of the house is this house. It used to be owned by Big Rosine McFadden–who was quite short but it differentiated her from another Rosine McFadden who was younger and her neice. The current owner is a pleasant guy who was impressed when I nailed up most of the uprights of our fence.

I believe the style is Queen Anne Tudor cottage, a not very common but truly lovely architectural style.



And lastly, this is our house. Those are crepe myrtles all around it which interestingly enough did not break during Hurricanes Rita or Humberto but just left lots of tiny little twigs and leaves all over the yard and in the street. Note the nice new looking fence on the right. After Rita, we discovered some of our neighbors used my garden pool as a dumping ground for household refuge. Hopefully this fence will stand up to Ike and present a discouraging face to trespassers.

Sorry, I’ve forgotten it’s architectural style but suspect I’m a bit stressed and not so important things aren’t at the top of my brain.


The internet has gotten rather slow and I suspect I wont’ be able to post again for awhile. I’ll try again tonight if I still have power. Water should be turned off shortly and I’m scheduled to work on Sunday in local hospital for an unknown shift length. I’ve made fresh bread and I’m spending my time with my sewing machine finishing up some old projects–the kind that don’t take a lot of thought but just a bit of effort.