Four young armadillos are exploring the woods, but they're old enough to run in separate directions when spotted...this is the best picture so far. A wobbling leaf blurred the face of this one.	All over the land are reminders here and there that nature isn't always green and smiling.
Illusion's body language, for those of you who don't speak horse, is directed at both me ("Come here and feed me!") and Mac, out of sight to the right ("And it's MY gate, so don't you even think about crowding in!" They had both come to the gate, but Illusion sent Mac two body lengths away.
Summer sunset on a hot, humid evening.	It's raining west of us, maybe twenty miles. We can see the rain, a dark column falling out of a blue-black cloud, and we can hear the thunder. But it didn't move our way...parts of the next county west got two inches. We got nothing.
Still, we have some green in the grass and trees in the late afternoon sun. There will be other storms...we hope.

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