A devotion for the birds

For the birds May is a great month for birds. This morning was foggy with humidity you could stir with a stick, but it didn’t phase the birds. They slept in a few minutes and began their rituals slightly later. The bluebirds won the morning battle of the birds.  A quartet of them serenaded us as we walked. Arriving back at home, our resident mockingbird was in full form.  There’s no other...

“I Come to the Garden . . . .”

In the Garden It’s always been one of my favorite places. The prayer garden at Dry Creek Camp. It was evidently one of Harvey Jones’s also. He wanted his ashes spread there. His memorial service was yesterday.  It was a celebration of a richly lived life.  Harvey loved his Lord, his wife Sissy, and his family and it was a time of worship and smiles. And he loved Dry Creek Camp. When he fell...

From Crooked Bayou Swamp: Fri. Nov. 18

The Art of Thankfulness: “Lord, you’ve given me so much.  I ask for one more thing: a grateful heart.” In the Edge of the Swamp at Dark. I’ve come to the Old House, my favorite writing spot at the end of a cool clear Louisiana fall day. The night sounds and night creatures are now taking over in Crooked Bayou Swamp. An eeriness settles over the high ground where the pines end...