Cebah & I stopped by the cemetery on our way to the Mexican grocery store today. I wanted to take some photos of my grandparent's headstones for the new project, and then the picture-taking escalated. When I saw a particularily beautiful buckeye butterfly, (possibly my favorite butterfly), & was reminded how the butterfly is sometimes a symbol of the soul, I thought why not make a photo of everything in the cemetery which has a bearing on the project. These are what I wound up with.
Meanwhile Cebah discovered some wild grapes in the fencerow, not exactly like the wonderful ones we used to pick in the old days, that kind is extinct around here now I think, but not exactly the wanky kind we call possum grapes either. I was a little skeptical that something good could be made from them, but after the experience with the wild peaches, I went with it. We decided to call the jelly, so dark purple that it's almost fittingly black, graveyard possum jelly. It is delicious.