Hibiscuses are very beautiful plants. Canada has only one native hibiscus, the marsh mallow plant. It is a very rare flower in these parts. Pelee Island and Point Pelee National Park are excellent spots to spot these amazing plants. It is found along the marsh shores on both Pelee Island and Point Pelee, but please don't pluck these flowers, as it is designated as "vunerable" in Canada.
The Hibiscus, rich in colour, is a spectable of nature yet for many to behold.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
The Legend of Victor Crowley
Once there was a boy named Victor Crowley. He was born hideously deformed, and sadly, folks weren’t too kind to him. So he spent most of his life hidden in his Daddy’s house out in the bayou. One Halloween night, the local children came throwing firecrackers at the house to tease and scare him. And the old Crowley house caught fire.
When Victor’s Daddy arrived home, the house was in flames. He went to the barn, grabbed himself a hatchet, and started chopping down the front door. But what he didn’t know was that Victor was pressed up against the other side, trying to get out. He hit him square in the face with that hatchet...
...and poor Victor Crowley died.
The old man went into mourning and became a recluse after that. Never to leave the house. Never spoke to anyone. He finally passed away about ten years later.
And that’s when the stories started.
They say people tend to disappear in that swamp. And if you get close enough to the old Crowley house at night, you can still hear Victor Crowley. Still roaming in the woods. Still crying for his Daddy.
--Louisiana Folklore--
When Victor’s Daddy arrived home, the house was in flames. He went to the barn, grabbed himself a hatchet, and started chopping down the front door. But what he didn’t know was that Victor was pressed up against the other side, trying to get out. He hit him square in the face with that hatchet...
...and poor Victor Crowley died.
The old man went into mourning and became a recluse after that. Never to leave the house. Never spoke to anyone. He finally passed away about ten years later.
And that’s when the stories started.
They say people tend to disappear in that swamp. And if you get close enough to the old Crowley house at night, you can still hear Victor Crowley. Still roaming in the woods. Still crying for his Daddy.
--Louisiana Folklore--
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