Having enough time.
Running out of time.
Being on time. Even though I'm often not.
Checking the time. Even though I just did 2 minutes ago.
(Notice my trusty watch in this picture)
It's not always literal either.
I obsess about seasons and the time of year and what that means.
What needs doing.
What gets planted, farmed, hunted, harvested.
It's getting to be time to crawfish.
The rice fields I pass through between Eunice & Church Point have been re-leveled. Levees rebuilt and fields flooded to change them over for crawfish.
The recent full moon reflecting on the water instead of lighting a field was a welcome sight. (No pictures, though because it's 5:30 AM when I head to work...and I'm usually running late.)
Coming home in the afternoon, I've been seeing more and more activity in the ponds. Farmers out harvesting. Although the size is still small and prices high.
But the time is coming.
Funny enough when I get on these time jags, I obsess about time so much that I seem to run out of it.
So this week I'm pulling out a Crawfish Pie recipe from a couple of years back. These mini pies can be supper or party food depending on how mini you go.
I'm also pulling out something I should have put here a long time ago since it happened at the end of October.
Considering he just won Offbeat Magazine's 2013 Best Of The Beat Best Guitarist Award, seems like now is a great time.
My favorite blues musician, Tab Benoit, played in Lafayette, LA this past fall and put on a fantastic show (as usual). The event, Rhythms on the River, was held at River Ranch Town Square.
Tab Benoit: One Foot in the Bayou
Tab Benoit: I Got Loaded
What's in the past... still tastes good