This is the final hour of my visit with my friend and his wife.  Before I know it I will be transported back to my house.  I wonder if the familiar will appear “new” at least for a short time.  I will have to rediscover my house, my music and books, again.  And I left out my mate and my garden.  Before I know it everything will appear the same.  As if I never left.  What an illusion?!

I will fly back tomorrow and this area will fade in my memory rapidly.  I will share my pictures I will develop right away with my wife.  With a little luck I will have, at least, one good shot of a alligator and I will be able to share the beauty of my friend’s yard.  I will forget the humidity quickly.  And the causeway whose length was twenty-five miles along “the Lake”.  What I won’t forget so easily is the red headed woodpecker still plentiful in this area.  You don’t see those in our area.  I got a real kick out of seeing them for the first time.  The trip to the French Quarter was memorable and so was the walk down Bourbon Street.  I did see the Mississippi River.  But before I know it, I will be back home.  I truly did miss our four dogs.  And my wife.  And I will be surrounded, again, with my familiar things–my music, my books, my house and yard.  It is always good to occasionally venture out to an area unfamiliar to you.  There is always another way to do something.  And a visit to a different area reminds you of this.