Happy Halloween Grandmemaw

Have one

Be safe on All Saint's Day

Frog Jam

Will this rain ever end?

I am just going to eat some of The Bennie's biscuits with my new jam we found on our trip.
It has red raspberries, orange peel, figs, ginger and lemon in it.

This is our Peace rose when we got home from our trip up in to the Missouri hill country.

It is in fall mode with huge open roses and giant buds

The trees in Missouri were just spectacular

I love Fall Trees

Goodbye

I will be out for a while.

Back soon

Some Sunshine

It is a very nice cool day for a walk in the wood's

Family

I have been deep in to my roots now for about 5 years. I had meet family I didn't know I had. They have become good friends. This 3rd cousin came for a surprise visit from Colorado. He is from my fathers side and looks like my grandfather did.

Is this not the sweetest face your have ever seen.

Kenn had this for me a picture of my fathers great grand father with his Law book and his wife.

He came with 5 large notebooks full of family history.

I had am still having the most fun meeting my ancestors.

Now you remember a week or so ago I went to a family reunion of my mothers side of the family. My dear sweet brother came with three photo albums of my mothers pictures and they had been in the attic.

They are stuck to the paper some had been taken from a old album and they have black paper stick to the back of them and has covered up the names. So I have taken on this project to restore and label these pictures.


And guess who was a cousin of my mothers that married country music singer Webb Pierce. There is a picture of him and that guitar shaped swimming pool of his. Why have I not seen this before?

Can anyone tell me how to get that black paper off with out destroying the photo?

No Sunshine Yet

This little guy came out yesterday

I found this one on the ground and put it in the flower pot with

this one

This one is wishing for sun. I am to but it looks like more rain and more cold. It is 52 now and 11:00.

For more Wednesday Words

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Wednesday Words

A little seed lay in the ground and soon began to sprout. "Now, which of all the flowers around," it mused, shall I come out?

Then the little seed said to itself: I don't want to be a lily, for lilies are so cold and lofty. I don't want to be a rose, for the rose is rather loud in color, it dies quickly, its edges wilt and it isn't very practical.

I don't want to be a violet, for the violet is too small, too dark, and grows too close to the ground.

The little seed was like some people we all know. It was critical. It was critical of everything around it. It found fault with its neighbors. It didn't like the colors of some, the perfume of others, the size and shape of others. It had nothing constructive to offer, even in its own behalf. The whole theme of its life was criticism.

And so it criticized each flower,

this supercilious seed.

Until it woke one summer hour

And found itself a WEED.

From CMA Church Bulletin

From Streams In The Desert

Rain

Rain ,rain go away so our Butterflies can fly away.

There are three more new bultterflies that came out of there little cocoon.

Holiday

Columbus sailed the Ocean blue

Happy Thanksgiving Day Canada

Pray Without Ceasing

(1 Thess.5:17 ) When I first open my eyes in the morning I pray, Lord, open the eyes of my understanding; and while I am dressing I pray that I may be clothed with the robe of righteousness; When I wash I ask for the washing of regeneration; as I work I pray that I may have strength equal to my day; when I begin to kindle the fire I pray that God's work may revive my soul; as I sweep out the house I pray that my heart may be cleaned from all its impurities; while preparing and partaking of breakfast I pray to be fed with hidden manna and sincere milk of the Word; as I am busy with the little children I look up to God as my Father and pray for the spirit of adoption, that I may be His obedient child- and so on all day. Everything I do furnishes me with a though for prayer.

From a tract

By Mrs. Charles E. Cowman

Streams In The Desert

My A T C's

I guess you can tell what my return A T C's are ( Butterflies.) at the top. Enlarge to see cards from other people.

The End

Just had to show the end of the birthing

It is Official

the neighborhood must call me the crazy old lady. They just didn't care to ask what I was doing out in the pouring down rain. They went on like they couldn't see me. Enlarge each photo to see the wonder of it all.

I had to kill the wasp

My back got real wet

This is a very slow birth .

This started around 9:00 and when the butterfly got up on the flower it was 12:23. There is no sun to dry it's wings so it took longer maybe.