A descriptive essay by a woman who loves her place in life. Full of hearth and home, pets, berry jam, resident turtles, and beloved grandchildren.
Nestled in among the lofty Loblolly pines of what once used to be part of the enormous Kisatchie National Forest in the magical bayou land of Louisiana, Pandora, my home, lies on a neatly landscaped parcel of land that was purchased for a “song”. Being a retired singer/songwriter and living the life of a musician smack dab in the middle of “Pandora’s Box” for fifteen years, it seemed entirely appropriate for me to end up on a road that was named Pandora Drive. So, for want of a better name, I just decided to call this lovely parcel of land, Pandora.
Evenings now find me gazing at the orange-pink, and blue-purple hues as the sun slowly dips down into the night sky. With such a wondrous sight to behold, I bless this place and I bid her goodnight. Come morning, I rise to the soft peeps of just waking colonies of resident birds, my feathered friends who were once so scarce upon first moving here, are now bountiful, boisterous, busy, but ever so cheerful. I welcome them to my place and have put up many feeders and baths just for them. Finally, we have three very playful yard squirrels-out of the cast of hordes of the rest of these little fruit tree marauders! They all know where their safe haven is as shot guns go off all around during hunting season. These ever curious and cantankerous creatures are totally secure in their environment. They do cause their little ills upon me, however. They’re always pulling the yellow plastic roosts off the bird feeders. They actually will chunk acorns at you from high a top their tall oak tree. I have to laugh when they decide to get up on the roof and run helter skelter during their morning fun. They aren’t as light as I supposed them to be by indication of the tiny thunderings they make as they play hither and yon, from front to back of the roof. My insistence at not allowing the hacking down of the Chinese Tallow tree growing very close to the house, lend them a leg up. It’s alright though, let them play; let me enjoy their sound until the day I stop “chirping” myself.
It seems spring is trying to come early to Pandora this year. The apple, pear and peach trees are full of swelling buds and more leaves are appearing daily. It seems as though we will have a bountiful crop. Last springs late ice storm took all the peaches except for one that was enjoyed nonetheless, and split between two home grown, fruit-greedy persons. We were lucky to beat the critters to that one! As scant a fare as this one peach was, it remained as sweet as the contents of a bowl of sugar. This season I do believe there will be a lot of peach pies and cobblers to accompany the many blackberries. Luscious jams, jellies and blackberry syrup for pancakes and biscuits drive the taste buds to culinary frenzy.
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