We Didn’t Get Married in a Fever, but We Did Go to Jackson

That church is crucial to Project X.

Here’s a better picture.

A slug on our door.

A snail, its trail, and a dog print.

An orange cat.

The snail, some more.

Orange cat.

Orange cat some more.

Dog paw.

New kitty.

New kitty looking cuter.

And cutest.

Like a sphinx.

I bought a Carolina Jessamine to fill up the fountain.

It will soon bloom.

The Butcher’s friend.

The Butcher’s friend flirts with my dad.

We went looking for Zilpha Murrell’s grave, but the stones that are the right age in the cemetery are no longer legible.

Best sign ever.

A Pinson Mound.

Mom tries to resist temptation.