Texas sky up at the Blue Prairie, our bed and barn. 

Wood lizard. 

When our son, Jordon, came back from his trip to Alaska, he brought Miriam, our grand daughter, with him. Her other grand mother, Londa, came to meet her too. The next day, she and her grammy were going to Florida to visit Miriam's Dada. We all had lunch together, and then Miriam went off with her grammy. Druing her stay in Fla., Miriam got to experience hurricane Frances. 

This is me and my grand daughter, Miriam, at lunch. She is holding a marvelous giant beetle I found during our 2 week stay in Georgia. I still keep a soft treasures box for Miriam when she visits, and I add what ever wonders of nature I find. 

Max brought home some wild mustang grapes. We haven't made grape jelly in a long time. Wild fruit can be unpredictable as to its availability. Here is the juice being strained out of the cooked fruit. My husband used a couple of old bandanas. Oh, yes, Max is the jelly maker. I make preserves and canned goods, but he's the jelly maker. I'm just his assitant. 

Sterilizing the jars. 

Pouring in the grape juice. 

That spoon is now bi-colored. 

In goes the sugar. 

Pouring the hot jelly into jars. 

Putting the lids on. 

The finished product. 

This is a leaf hopper on our front door. 

During the middle of the night once, I came out to take our little dog, Tinky, to go potty, and Gyp, my border collie/blue heeler cross, let me know we had a visitor, an Aramdillo, aka, "Junior." He was stuck with his nose to one of the dog houses, so I pulled the dog house out, hoping he would go behind it and find his way out. As you can see, the next morning, Junior hadn't gotten the message. Have you ever had to mess with an armadillo? They have poor eyesight, act not very smart, and grunt and jump like a pig. I don't know why, but I've always called them Junior. 

Seeings as how 'dillos can be uncooperative, I decided to take him by the tail and head him in the right direction. 

Keep going straight ahead. 

No, Junior! You're going back the wrong way! You're freedom lies in the opposite direction. 

That's right, Junior, off the porch. 

Hanky has to come check things out. He's not so much the herder as Gypdog is. He was kinda hoping a bullet would come out of my camera. Sorry, Hanky, not today.  

Gyp herding him out. 

Junior hiding a while. He tucks his little blind eye into his armor. 

Finally, heading towards the coastal bermuda patch. 

Gyp giving Junior "the eye", herding him along 

Gyp giving blind Junior "the eye" to head back in the right direction. 

Hee-hee! Junior jumped and Gyp did also!