Chapter 25 Girlie and Unk

Chapter 25
Joe Moore (from Westport, Ireland, picks out his home place in the Ten Mile country.)

.Black-eyed Susans are one of the prettiest parts of early fall in SW Louisiana. Growing in the open, these weeds bloom during late September through November. Joe picks his homestead spot in a field of these flowers. [Photo]From the end of Chapter 25: They (Joe and Unk) walked through the waist high flowers. “These purty flowers are called ““black-eyed susanslazy susans” and they bloom every October. They’re really a weed and only grow out in the open. Unk finally stopped among the flowers and splintered tree trunks. He was searching for something. “There it is.” He trotted over about fifty feet to an area where the grass was thicker and greener. “Here’s the spring.”Joe followed him and saw the small spring bubbling out of the ground. It wasn’t large but the water was clear and looked deep. Around it grew strange single-stalked red flowers. Unk called them “spider lilies” and said they bloomed at the same time as the black-eyed lazy susans.Unk grinned, “Don’t nobody know ‘bout it but me. I use it to water the sheep when I’m in the area. Don’t you see how this would make you a good homestead—water, open land, your wood for building is already on the ground drying out. What do you think?”Joe said, “I think it is where I’m going to build me a homestead. I think I’ll call it Westport.”F

all spider lillies near the porch of the Iles Old House in Dry Creek.

Black-eyed Susans are one of the prettiest parts of early fall in SW Louisiana. Growing in the open, these weeds bloom during late September through November. Joe picks his homestead spot in a field of these flowers.

From the end of Chapter 25: They (Joe and Unk) walked through the waist high flowers. “These purty flowers are called ““black-eyed susanslazy susans” and they bloom every October. They’re really a weed and only grow out in the open.


Unk finally stopped among the flowers and splintered tree trunks. He was searching for something. “There it is.” He trotted over about fifty feet to an area where the grass was thicker and greener. “Here’s the spring.”
Joe followed him and saw the small spring bubbling out of the ground. It wasn’t large but the water was clear and looked deep. Around it grew strange single-stalked red flowers. Unk called them “spider lilies” and said they bloomed at the same time as the black-eyed lazy susans.
Unk grinned, “Don’t nobody know ‘bout it but me. I use it to water the sheep when I’m in the area. Don’t you see how this would make you a good homestead—water, open land, your wood for building is already on the ground drying out. What do you think?”
Joe said, “I think it is where I’m going to build me a homestead. I think I’ll call it Westport.”

Fall spider lillies near the porch of the Iles Old House in Dry Creek.