In Castle they call it writer's block, in many other places the same. I call it failure to cognitively assemble coherent thought patterns.

Something like this.

Just don't call it country.

It's not.................

But sometimes it's Love!

Veteran's Day has come and gone. So have many wars. Men, women, and children have lived and died in them but here in this country we have a day set aside for those that serve and another day especially for those who died in that service called Memorial Day. Of my father's brothers, the only one I know of who was wounded in World War II was Uncle Jody. Daddy had his experience in the north Pacific but lived to tell the tale. For me, I experienced nothing but peacetime service but several cousins fought in Viet Nam suffering injury both physical and mental. The next generation (my son) is currently serving in the Army and in his short time he has experienced much of war in foreign lands.  War has never been a good solution, but there is little choice many times because it only takes one to wage war but all to have peace. This is something history has proven to us many times, yet we still forget. Thus is the doom of all countries and the world. We will repeat the cycles of history till Christ returns never having done better than our furthest ancestors. Yet the opportunity for each of us as individuals to do what is right is still there. We can still follow in the footsteps of Enoch or better yet, Jesus. If we all choose to walk the path of the Messiah one step at a time maybe there is yet hope for more than a faithful remnant. Serve God above self and see where it leads you. The path is more than enlightened, it is fully revealed in the end.

 This is probably a cactus.

 Whatever it is it makes a pretty flower that blooms at night.

 This is not the flower. This is a very cold DragonFly in a sassafras tree....

 This is the flower in bloom.

And this.

God has a sense of Humor.
  And I love it.

The columns at the top of my blog are the same ones here - in. The column all the way on the right as you look at them from the bayou fell to natures forces combined with time. The one next to fell to a moment of inattention on the part of man. Something I think we all ahould be able to relate to as I know of no one who hasn't experience a moment or two. This kind of damage is irrepairable due to the nature of the construction of the columns. Hand made bricks from local plantations probably fired in a kiln on Walnut Grove. Modern day bricks are made of different stuff and do not mix well with century and a half old bricks. Those of us familiar with them know that they will eventually all fall down but we see no reason to hurry the process, nor are we skilled in preservation practices. I am content to let nature have its course and walk cautiously around similar things. I'll have more to say on it later, but it is bedtime and I have to work tomorrow. First Christian Church is alive still and we wish to keep history alive as well.

To the Gravy I say Yo bro, you right on. Write as the Spirit guides and work to please God. If mankind don't get it, it is on them, not you.To GB I say, I'll stick to tobasco. 10K is plenty warm enough.

And to my 9 grandaughters I say "Good night sweathearts, good night." And lastly I say to my two grandsons, go to bed and go to sleep. You have school tomorrow.

Love to all the rest in the world and the ships at sea..