fall, fall, fall

I've been doing some photo shoots lately. 

It's been tons of fun and totally great because I've been able to see all these beautiful places. Isn't it crazy that if we don't make an effort to see these places we won't ever see them?

 

 

 

 

What a funny man I've got

GOURD

I love warty, colorful, mis-shapen gourds around fall time! 

Two years ago I stupidly tried to save some because they were just so darn cute. (and only like a buck each so I don't know why I tried?) - by popping them into one of my halloween/fall storage containers and forgetting about it until last year. When I opened up that storage container so excited to transition my house to pumpkinville I ended up being completely grossed out and disapointed with what I found. 

Moldy covered everything. My dang gourds rotted. (of course)

So, the beauty of having an empty lot behind us- I threw all of that moldy sickness out and thought nothing of it! 

Until- dot dot dot

A month or so ago we found a strange plant kabooming in the lot behind us. This monster is literally over 20 feet long.

GOURDS!

(if you have to know- yes, my hair is not brushed. or washed. or even thought about for at least 3 days when this picture was taken)

27 gourds and counting! 

moving on

When it rains, it pours, doesn't it?

I mean, sometimes you speak too soon. Too soon as in the surgery you had last month, it didn't work. You had to get a shot of that awful stuff methotrexate that you were so grateful that you didn't have to get. You also, on September 11, 2012 had to go in for another emergency surgery, and they took one of your fallopian tubes. You also thought you lucked out cause you hit your insurance deductible. But, your deductible started over, 9/01/2012.

Sometimes you feel sorry for yourself. You feel like all you are is left empty, scarred up and so sore you can't even shower yourself. You're left aching for something you don't even know what your aching for exactly. On top of it all the money you had saved for something real awesome goes to medical bills. And what you hoped and prayed for- that baby. Is still not here and it feels even more real than the first time you went through it.

Sometimes you feel bitter. Frustrated. Depressed. Left behind and forgotten. 

But. You get a email from your little brother, who's in Sweden serving his mission and he reminds you of something. Something that wraps and picks you up. 

I'm not alone... and I'm grateful for my Savior.


And I love my Jay!