You might find me sipping hot chocolate at Cafe Beignet on Royal Street, pants covered  in powdered sugar, while writing about what I see in the French Quarter. I might be  sitting on a bench in Jackson Square with my sketchbook drawing St. Louis Cathedral, or standing on a streetcar heading to the Garden District waiting to wander around  Lafayette Cemetery and the local neighborhoods exploring with my camera. I may be  out with my husband perusing local flea markets and antique stores for some unique finds to add to our quaint bohemian cottage in the woods of the northshore of Louisiana. But most times I am sitting on the old wicker swing of my lazy southern  porch tending to my plants, a hot cup of lemon mint tea in hand, a cat on my lap, a  basset hound at my feet, and reading a good book.