Trees & Fog

I’m still very much a novice at identifying trees. Just when I think I’ve got it, it turns out to be something else. This weekend we explored parts of the property that were inaccessible during the summer. After about 30 minutes of bushwhacking with the kids we found many old trees, pin oaks or shumard oaks, I believe. Most looked mangled and scarred, likely from the handful of hurricanes we’ve seen this past decade. The kids had so much fun playing naturalist, and they collected many specimens to bring home for identification and study. Their latest kick is identifying “critter poop” (I’ll spare you those pics).

Speaking of trees, this large one collapsed onto one of the other trees not far from our back door. It finally slid down enough that we could begin to chop it up. We’ve decided to make outdoor seating out of it since it’s very hard. Probably another oak, not that I can tell just from the bark. I can barely tell from the leaves on a good day.

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Lastly, we had dense fog roll in at only 3pm yesterday afternoon. Immediately we heard the fog horns blaring loudly on the river. Sunday afternoon is peak cruise ship embarking time, so it was a busy time for the river to get foggy. Here’s what they sound like…

January Rose

I found this lovely red rose poking out of the garden this morning in spite of the frosty temperatures. Just one of the perks of subtropical living. Currently, our “garden” is several pots bunched together in the driveway, brought over that way from our tiny urban yard on Magazine Street when we moved last Spring. I’m hoping this January/February we can construct a small plot so in March we can plant a real rural kitchen garden.

In other news, my darling husband gave me a bicycle for Christmas. Now I can take my photojournaling of rural Nola to the next level :)

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Forgotten Junkyard

One of the unfortunate, yet oddly beautiful aspects of this neighborhood is the abandoned junk. I haven’t determined if there were ever any legally operating junkyards in this area, but there were certainly “independent” ones at some point. All throughout my neighborhood there are piles of old pieces and parts sticking out of the ground – cars, boats, toilets, tiles, toys, metal and plastic of various kinds (I’ve pondered organizing it like Valkenvania in that terribly bad 90s movie Nothing But Trouble.)

During the summer the thick underbrush hides everything, but during cooler months like this one the thicket disappears and you can see all the secrets it was hiding.

Just a few paces through the property next to mine and there is a treasure junk trove to behold. We’ve uncovered at least eight abandoned cars and that’s without leaving the acre near our residence. We nervously joked that we hope we don’t find any bodies. It doesn’t take a suspicious mind to guess that quite a few scary things have happened in a rural area so close to a notoriously corrupt and high-crime city.

While I like to gawk at apocalypse/decay photos as much as anyone, I’d like to see this property loved again at some point. It’s for sale, you know :)

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Young Buck

A young buck wandered near my house around 9am one morning. He had a wee little rack and seemed completely unfazed by me walking out onto the porch and taking a video of him (below). Also, I guess I should get around to finishing my fence. Getting tired of looking at just fenceposts.

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Bat on the Back Porch

The kids were very happy to wake up to a chauve-souris, or bat, one Saturday morning. He was hiding in a shade spot near our back door, and stayed there until dark. He was so tiny, only about 2-3″ high. As soon as the cuteness moment wore off we looked around for signs of infestation in the attic, but all seems clear so far. I’m on the WLF website trying to determine his species right now. {more on flickr}