There’s no place like home
On my flight home I ran into a neighbor and gave her a ride from the airport. When we drove down City Park Avenue and passed the park with the beautiful large Louisiana oaks covered with moss, I knew I was finally home. I live in such a unique area, Flower described it as a small Italian village, but here it is, home. I drove to Ursuline to drop off my friend, one of the most beautiful streets in New Orleans aside from St. Charles, and then down the bayou and saw my friend getting out of her car, and pulled up to see Loca and Heidi running out to the driveway to greet me. Home at last.
The bayou is so incredibly beautiful right now as the last of the warm days wane and so too does the light. It was dark before I could turn around and I got Tin up from his nap and after we ate, we walked down to visit a friend and neighbor. Tin was squealing and running around and in an overall fabulous mood.
Goodnight moon, goodnight bayou.