My camera.....

Unfortunately has succommbed to 'Bloggeritus' as some of your cameras have done recently.
I was trying to carry too many things at once and dropped the camera on the tile floor. It did not bounce. It spread itself out in about 5 different directions!

The telephone people came by yesterday and chopped away at some of the pecan trees to clear them from the wires. *sniff, sniff* But we still have plenty and I'm looking forward to when they drop and we can gather them up!

H played in the back yard with Pudda while I picked the last of the grapes and I made the jam last night.

Pudda's wounds are healing well. They look to have closed up a little, and we haven't seen or heard of the offending cat anymore.

If I had my camera, I would have posted a photo of my pumpkin patch. The leaves are looking healthy and big ;-)

Take a look at the maps down below.

My Beloved Country - by Lola Lingard

Why are my feelings so ardently stirred
Whenever the sound of a drum or a bugle is heard?
And the sight of a flag, unfurled and free
Brings gratitude for my beloved country.

Oh England, my England, what treasures untold
Are found in your castles and cottages old.
Your highways, and byways, and sweet country lanes,
Your theatres and cities and London-bound trains.

A quaint little village, a church with a steeple,
Cobblestone streets and warm friendly people.
Tall stately homes with carved oaken doors,
Crisp virgin snow on windswept moors.

No distance can take you out of my heart,
You've been there instinctively right from the start;
No time can erase you from my mind,
My thoughts to thee are ever inclined.

Traditions are many, and friendships are true,
And pride, love and loyalty just grew and grew.
That's why my feelings are ardently stirred,
Whenever a drum or a bugle is heard.