Seven years ago, Michele Hope had become accustomed to Midwestern winters and scraping ice off her windshield. Until one day, a Southern boy possessed of good looks and entirely too much charm fell out of the sky like a piece of space junk, landing smack dab in the middle of her life. He swept her away to the green-gold banana republique de Louisiane and warmer climes, where she resides beside her sleepy and peaceful bayou. Surrounded by wildflowers, animal companions, voodoo and that Southern man, she writes, fishes, contemplates, and occasionally goes to town. A girl needs to dress-up and wear heels from time to time.
Well, hmm . . . I live on this farm, this fabulous & romantic place where an ancient bayou runs through. So I write, photograph, pick wildflowers and FISH! I do like dressing up and going to town with my Southern man