La Fin de Semaine

 vendredi le 4

duty on the Gallery, mass at 8 am to welcome two Religious of the Sacred Heart back to Grand Coteau, gouter of chocolate chip cookies under the link afterward. 

samedi le 5

workshop on vineraire at Monique's prairie land, Birria pizza and Horchata in Opelousas with the boys

dimanche le 6

taught a Louisiana French class online, Monique's party, painting, Creole Renaissance Festival in Rayne to see J. Paul and the Zydeco Nubreeds and Keith Frank and the Soileau Zydeco Band

lundi le 7 

two neighbor women called for herbs, I gave them freshly dug lizard's tail from Frozard Community Garden, elderberry pith for the eyes, manglier, sweet olive flower oil, vineraire

Alphonse Ardoin and the Zydeco Kingz

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My clear journal pouch with prairie paintings, iridescent cloud hydrocoloid patches, nail art patches, dried elderflower, found prairie ceramics, holographic cellophane, vintage wall paper, bracelet from the zydeco 

A Zydeco Fairytale

I Wonder- Keith Frank

November 28, 2014

Père Brun après jouer le frottior

Small Talk about the Vent Nord

Mista Charlie-

Hey! 

This is John Pitre from Plaisance.

Allo Mista Pitre!

Comment les affaires à ce matin?
Haaw, 'coute! Les tit' zydecos après profiter dans l'vent nord!
Tit' vent nord, là, il chiffone la robe de Nananne des fois!

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Mista Charlie-
Hey!
This is John Pitre from Plaisance.
Hello Mister Pitre!
How are things this morning?
Aw, listen! The little snap beans are growing in the north wind!
The north wind there, it blows Nananne's skirt up sometimes!

Plaisance Seafoam Mary and Shallots

 
Here is the most beautiful homestead and Mary statue, in my opinion, on the Opelousas Road (Hwy 167) at the village of Plaisance. I always see this man outside doing things, so I stopped on November 1, La Toussaint. I think I was emboldened by the fresh air and the connection with people both past and present that we celebrate today, so I asked to take a few pictures of his statue. When I pulled up he barely stopped cleaning his green onions. The fresh La Toussaint air around his chicken yard was onion-y, you could not escape it, it smelled like the same color of the house. His onions were so clean and white. He was so nice, cleaning and bunching his shallots on the tail gate with a little metal knife. He let me take the pictures of course, saying "go 'head, have ya fun," and told me that he'd just moved the statue from an arbor he made that was destroyed in a storm, so he had moved her next to the house. That made sense, because I had never seen the Mary there until recently, and I had been obsessed with the colors of the beautiful sea foam house next to the Zydeco Festival sign since forever. He showed me an ice chest full of the prettiest, greenest "mustards" you ever saw... that sharp, onion smell was in the air... I thanked him profusely, and left him to his pleasurable work.