What I see from my kitchen window.
What I want to see from my kitchen window.
The palm plant is a giant, which completely hides the view of the beautiful oak tree in my back yard, so it must go. Grandpère summoned help to cut the palm low or to the ground, as it is now too large for him to handle alone. I love all my oak trees, four of them, but especially the two in the back yard, which are the oldest. When we built 30 years ago, we repositioned our house on the lot to save the oak in the picture.
The sun was bright the afternoon I took the pictures, so bright that the color of the roses shows only in the shaded part of one picture. GP dug up the bushes from New Roads, and replanted them here in Thibodaux, where they thrive all on their own, without the TLC that roses usually demand in our humid climate. I suspect the hardy roses are an older, non-hybrid variety, but I could be wrong.
