be the heat....

we've finally reached the part of texas' summer

where outdoor productivity is cautiously arranged

around the earth's spin and the sun's grin.

a predilection for daybreak and dusk 

shows a sound mind. 

when the sun's at her zenith, i usually try to 

find 'really important' things to get done indoors...

my dad picked wild mustang grapes out by the brazos river and my 

mom and i spent much of the heat of the day making

into some of the best jelly ever. mustang grape

jelly is my favorite and does a bang-up job 

of staining anything and everything. 

near dusk we walked the lake. suddenly, my mom started

yelling, 'hurry!  run!  come here!' and was 

gesturing to a clump of trees and scrub brush.

she was in full scout stance....ready to flee

or nab whatever she was yelling about.

we all high-tailed it over rocks and cactus to 

where she was.  she was yelling, 'there's something,

something in here!'  then we heard this sound that

i couldn't place and my dad came lurking out from the 

bushes with a coyote call.

she called him an asshole and walked off while

he grinned. they're the best.

smelly, dirty buddies.

hunter/gatherer bouquet...