This is the OG zinnia. It first bloomed over a month ago. It’s getting pretty raggedy, but it looks good given its age.
Pinky
Purpley
I love that they have tiny little flowers inside.
This is the OG zinnia. It first bloomed over a month ago. It’s getting pretty raggedy, but it looks good given its age.
Pinky
Purpley
I love that they have tiny little flowers inside.
I use a couple of different stamps in my journal. Mostly a date stamp and a coffee cup stamp, but also some fruit stamps. I use the last page to “clean” them after using them.
I’m almost done with this notebook. I’ve got about 20 pages left, so I’ll probably be starting a new one in a week or so.

Lula Cox, daughter of William Boulding Cox and Katherine Attaway. As far as I can tell she was their only child to survive to adulthood. Lula married Matthew Hale McWhorter in 1872, and they had one child, daughter Katherine Cox McWhorter. Lula is mentioned by her married name in her father’s obituary. She died in 1886 and is buried with her parents. Don’t ask me why, because I am not actually researching her.
All of that should be pretty straightforward. Except it isn’t. There is another Lula Cox who married a man named Henry Lewis Hoover in 1868. They had two children, Adolph and Estelle. This Lula Cox died in 1909. I haven’t identified her parents yet. It would have been very nice and tidy if she were the daughter of William Boulding Cox and Katherine Attaway, but she isn’t. Obviously, right?

But this is what’s going on in Ancestry member trees. How was she supposed to have married Matthew McWhorter in 1872 when she was living with Henry Lewis Hoover at the time of the 1870, 1880, and 1900 censuses? This person gets extra points for having her in the 1880 census with Henry Hoover and with her parents and for including links to both Findagrave memorials. They’ve also added the obituary for William Boulding Cox, so they have all the pieces of both puzzles available to them. But for some reason they can’t see that it’s two puzzles, not one.

I’ve contacted a few of the tree owners, and most of them aren’t budging. They’re too attached to the idea that they’re descended from William Boulding Cox to consider that they may be wrong. And I think they largely misunderstand DNA matching. Of course you’re going to be a DNA match with the parents of your ancestors. But that doesn’t mean you have them identified correctly.
I’m tired and crabby and should just go to bed early, but first a bedtime snack.
I had Ageratum pop up in my garden years ago. Then I didn’t see it again until this year. I have no idea where it came from, where it went, or why it’s back. It sure is pretty though! I love the soft periwinkle color.
I saw this leaf while I was walking the dog. I love it, but I’m not ready for fall.
The cursed EnerGel pen has finally died. I have never hated a pen so much. It skipped constantly. I thought it might be due to oils on my hands getting on the paper, but none of the other pens I’ve used have had that issue. That pen is just a delicate flower, I guess. Unfortunately I have several more. Those will be going to Goodwill.
So now I’m back to using Zebra Sarasa .5mm pens. Much nicer writing experience!
And some bonus zinnias.
I love the way the flowers look with the dried grass.
I pulled a muscle in my back last night, getting the dog’s ball out from under the tv stand. Now every time I move, it spasms. Good times!
I can’t prove it, but I’m pretty sure this is all somehow Piglet’s fault.
The little orange skippers are swarming the ironweed. They’re everywhere.
Usually, this time of year, Thomas’ brisket, undercarriage, and front legs are red and bumpy and itchy. He got a Cytopoint injection a week ago, and it seems to be working really well. It’s expensive, but it it keeps him hives-free it’s worth it.