Sunday, April 26, 2026

Memories of May 1

 When I was a girl I read in a Susan Branch book about the folkloric belief in the healing and beautifying powers imbued in the dew of May 1st. Since then it's been thirty years,  and I have made a point to celebrate May 1st by touching the dew, gathering flowers, crowning Mary and eventually collecting ounces of dew in bottles and pyrex measuring cups. 

Images from my Instagram Memory entitled "May 1"


Wooden Marian shrine nailed to a flowering tree
Dew drops in blue bottles
May 1st by Beach Fossils
A dark recess in the bamboo provides a vignette for a suspended stick,
wrapped by a dead vine like a snake
Black rubber boots and a white April Cornell nightgown
Three miniature bottles of dew on the windowsill, corked
Recipe for Beltane lemonade
Cottonmouth vertebrae, painted gold, used as a crown
Deer tracks and tufts of hair in the cracked, muddy, entrance to the woods
A sighting of a centaur on the dirt road
Sandals with iridescent straps on the cypress porch
A turreted castle surrounded by lilac flowering bushes
A carpet of purple prairie verbena along the dirt road
Multi faceted crystal bottle of May dew with stopper
Thistle sprite
Giant wisteria bunch in the woods we called "our mistletoe"
An aproned woman disappearing into the darkness of the woods, surrounded by fireflies
A fresh bottle of dew with roses
Touching a drop of dew on the cattle fence
White dress and overlay doublet tied twice at the waist
May crowning and goûter at the Academy atop the Holy Coteau
Singing the Magnificat in rounds
Touching the dew that remained in the pine shadow to our faces 
Self-heal flowering on my path
Procession and bouquet of blue Louisiana irises for Mater
Pink, light blue and white linen, a light blue cameo
Fresh swamp roses, a prairie painting 
Marius plays the Mardi Gras song, adds a minor harmony
Blue pool, a clean journal page
Elderflower tops floating in the water





Saturday, April 25, 2026

Vale Rosa Palustris

 Vale Rosa Palustris

Swamp Rose season comes with the arrival of the painted bunting's persistent song, blue cardinal eggs in the blackberry bush, red Mamou flower shoots, mulberry trees in full fruit. Both the male and female cardinals tend the nest. The mama bird is so intelligent. She has made her nest in a little Celeste fig tree overtaken by blackberry vines. Within the protection of the blackberry bush’s thorny cage, all surrounded with red and green fruit, her nest is suspended. It is next to a blue kiddie pool of fresh water and a few feet from a mulberry tree in full ripeness. There was a big storm from the west last night and the sound of the rain on the metal roof woke me up at midnight and just before sunrise. I wondered how the mama cardinal protected her three baby birds, and imagined she did so with her wings. The rain turned the nasturtium yellow. I repotted it. I am tending a small garden edged with unused firewood and filled with compost from the Saint Landry Parish landfill. There is a blue runner who visits the garden. Daily I check the cardinal nest and the swamp rose blossoms. Often I have to balance myself on an old bathtub covered in honeysuckle vines in the side yard to reach some of the roses before they fall. This year they traveled up the bamboo, so some blossoms are 15 feet up. Their scent is like baby powder, water, citrus, rose and pink pepper. The chirp of the cardinals and the song of the painted bunting always accompany my gathering. This morning there was a big swamp rabbit in the white clover I observed as I pulled out a loaf of bread I had risen all night from the oven. I'll have to leave prairie in a few days to go to New Orleans and reveal myself by speaking about Prairie des Femmes at the Jazz Fest folk like village. I'll miss the observation of the cardinals, the painted bunting's song, the gathering of the swamp roses and ceremonial dew on the morning of May first, as well as the ritual procession and May crowning of Mary at the Academy on the coteau. The girls will wear white and silently process to crown Mater with flowers. We present her with a bouquet of blue Louisiana irises at the grotto while we sing the Magnificat in rounds.


Update: When I got home from running errands, I heard the incessant  alarm chirping of the cardinals. I ran to the back yard to see the bluerunner standing up fighting the mother cardinal. I scared it off and ran for the shovel, but it was too late, he had gotten one chick and knocked the others out of the nest. I pushed him a few times, in efforts to scare him, with the shovel and it worked. I returned the babies back to the nest with one swoop of my spade, but it was futile. The snake was incessant and came back over and over until we had to let nature take its course. Afterwards I checked the ground to find three cardinal feathers. I listened to the daddy cardinal at the top of a sweet gum tree, a red spot, singing that lonesome song until dusk. That was the first time I understood what Miss Maryanne meant when she talked about the Cardinal Blues, that lonesome sound. 

Quand ils disent,
"C'est p'us pareil!"
Mais ça me donne les blues
D'attendre les cardinaux 
après chanter

Friday, April 24, 2026

Je suis la Prairie des Femmes


La pluie tombe sur ma reineaume 

Mes larmes font une prairie tremblante 

La terre ondule en bas de mes pieds 

Je suis la Prairie des Femmes 

Thursday, April 23, 2026

Les Blues Cardineux

​Quand ils disent

C'est plus pareille

Ca me donne les blues

D'attendre les cardinaux après chanter


Friday, April 17, 2026

Pixelated Maris Stella

 

Medicines I made in the Spring

 Medicine I made since the early spring


Vinéraire oil and balm

Wild orange flower enfleurage oil

Sweet olive flower enfleurage oil

Poke root oil

Pine sap balm and oil

Cleaver infusion

Lizard's tail infusion

Chickweed oil

Plantain oil

Nettle tea

Nettle powder

Violet hydrosol

Violet tea

Clove, nettle and poke hair tonic

Clove spray for face

Cinnamon Florida water

Wax Myrtle infused alcohol



Monday, April 13, 2026

Talking Pâque Eggs with K4 and 2eme

​Pock Pock Talk with K4 and 2eme

We watched Monsieur Calvin Rabbelais of Avoyelles Parish paques eggs with his grandson- they all cheered for the petit garçon
You have to be a judicious paqueur! I tell them. 
The difference between the pockee and pockeur: 
The "pockee" gets pocked, the pockeur pocks.
A round of Queen's "We will Pock you"
A warning against the vieux nonc's unfair and aggressive pocking tactics: 
side and under pocking, efforts to gris-gris by encircling the top slowly, 
ruses of soft taps, sneak attacks. They like to do that, the old uncles. 
Hand position provides protection from side paqueurs and sneak attacks. 
Petit bout vs grand bout: K4 knows the difference. 
Kissing the egg for luck.
They don't pock eggs in France, so say. The kids are shocked.  
A stern warning to the second grade girls not to paint the eggs with nail polish, it's their secret.
No use of guinea eggs except in a separate bracket guinea fight, now that's country.
The men would dye their eggs with old felt hats and the eggs would come out black black. Then they would polish them with oil- some scary pock eggs!
In Ville Platte the men carried their egg in their front shirt pocket 
to pock in the churchyard after Easter Sunday mass.
Why do the French eat one egg for breakfast?
Because one egg is "un oeuf". 

Sunday, April 12, 2026

Pointe Blue Toile

Cypress washhouse

Sprouts from the spearmint patch

Sharecropper barn with license plates attached

Manche des Prudhomme blue hatchback

Wild onions and the red sassafras

Chicken trees, soco vines

Brick cistern, fig wine

A child's gumbo, balles de foin

Catalpa tree at the coin

Appalousa paint horse

Under the chinaball

Nonc grows the chat-bouillie and lilas parasol

Point Blue rice pump

Barbwire fence

Beyond the cove

The tops of the trees in

Pointe Aux Pins

Saturday, April 11, 2026

Song of the Painted Bunting

April 11- 

Heard the first song 

Of the painted bunting 

In the prairie today 

April to August they sing

La Prairie des Femmes

Prairie des Femmes ​

Gold Confederate Buttons in Grand Coteau

Civil War General wrote this in his book published in 1879.
"On an occasion, passing the little hamlet of Grand Coteau, I stopped to get some food for man and horse. A pretty maiden of fifteen springs, whose parents were absent, welcomed me. Her lustrous eyes and long lashes might have excited the envy of " the dark-eyed girl of Cadiz." Finding her alone, I was about to retire and try my fortune in another house ; but she insisted that she could prepare "monsieur un diner dans un tour de main," and she did. Seated by the window, looking modestly on the road, while I was enjoying her repast, she sprang to her feet, clapped her hands joyously, and exclaimed : " Voila le gros Jean Baptiste qui passe sur son mulet avec deux bocals. Ah ! nous aurons grand bal ce soir." It appeared that one jug of claret meant a dance, but two very high jinks indeed. As my hostess declined any remuneration for her trouble, I begged her to accept a pair of plain gold sleeve buttons, my only ornaments. Wonder, delight, and gratitude chased each other across the pleasant face, and the confiding little creature put up her rose-bud mouth. In an instant the homely room be- came as the bower of Titania, and I accepted the chaste salute with all the reverence of a subject for his Queen, then rode away with uncovered head so long as she remained in sight. Hospitable little maiden of Grand Coteau, may you never have graver fault to confess than the innocent caress you be- stowed on the stranger ! It was to this earthly paradise, and upon this simple race,  that the war came, like the tree of the knowledge of evil to our early parents..."
Merci Madeline of Mimosa for passing this information along



 

À l’Académie

Gathering nettles, poke root and  
Clear pearls of pine sap 
In the bois de Sacré Cœur 
Making wild neroli enfleurage oil 
Collecting violets under the oak alley 
Je rentre dans l'arcade, l'aire est lourde 
With osmanthus ​and fog - a springtime aerosol 

Marie Antoinette in the gardens of the Sacred Heart / Marie Antoinette dans le jardin de Sacré Cœur


Thursday, April 9, 2026

Printemps arrvier

J'espère comme j'espère le printemps se montrer

Je ramasse les violettes sur le coteau saint

J’observe les pécanniers

A Grand Coteau les fleurs de catalpa après tomber

Tu peux espérer le printemps comme tu veux

Mais ça vient


Wednesday, April 8, 2026

A Prairie des Femmes Desire Path


Printemps dans la prairie

Je refuse de couper les zabs

Ca fait plus possible à voir

Mon spring desire path


Thursday, April 2, 2026

Dark Acadiana

Dark Acadiana

The night sky over Kaplan
Fleur d'Asiminer
La valse de Balfa
Cucumbers with black peppa and white vinegar
Maw-maw from Pointe Noire
The Sorrowful Mysteries of the Rosary
A Sidney Brown Accordion 
Daily mass in Scott
Reciting the Divine Mercy 
"Spidawort can grow unda the black walnut tree, yeah."
Rodrigue's oaks
Un cafe noir
Racine de chou gras
Sur le Bord de Vaisseau
Malveaux
Water from Bayou Vermillion
Making a holy hour in the early morning
Ash Wednesday
Moise Robin's Golden Gate
Blood Boudin
Pray Opelousas
Planter dans la lune
X on your last name 






Light Acadiana

 Light Acadiana


Evangeline Maid Bread
Elder Flower Tops
Maw-Maw's from LeBlanc
Nannie's Tatting
White wisteria on Church Road
3 mailles de l'herbe a malo/lizard's Tail root in water
La Danseuse by Blind Uncle Gaspard
Rue des Etoiles
Daily mass in Vatican
A bag of Avery Island salt
A blonde roux
A Job's tear Rosary 
Alligator gar earrings
Un cafe au lait
Cattle egrets
Cherokee Rose 
Catalpa flowers
Holy Water from the rice pump
Vineraire flowers at La Toussaint
The Imaculatta Center
Easter Sunday in Abbeville
Magnalite pots
May crowning by the girls of the Academy of the Sacred Heart in Grand Coteau
A bowl of white rice

Wednesday, April 1, 2026

Mercredi Saint

Mercredi Saint 
His voice inside my head 
Strikes a disobedient chord 
All week I wait in vain 
For the coming of the Lord.
The Paschal moon illuminates
I go all in my whites
Les animaux peuvent parler
Good Friday at midnight