In my update of life, I promised to try to do three things: a depression post, a lifestyle and a love story. I did the lifestyle one, and as you can probably guess, I’m not here for depression. So let us begin.
I wanted to do this elaborate short story for ya’ll, with visuals and stuff, and while I still may in the future, my love story is a pictorial one. I took all of these myself and I will show you, through these pictures, the greatest love that I can.
This frog was found while I was getting the pumpkin patch ready for planting.
This is our puppy, before he went to the groomer. His name is PupPup.
My husband bought me flowers just for funsies.
This is the road I named “Shady Lane” when I was a kid, because of all the trees. Most of them have since been cleared out by the Amish.
The berry bushes at my parent’s house. We’d gather in between 15 and 20 gallons of berries each year.
Milkweed, which will come into play in a moment.
This was the batch of wildflowers that served as my wedding bouquet.I dried them out and they are now in a labeled ziplock.
This was taken at the park near my parent’s house. I absolutely loved the way the snow slung to the branches.
Also from that park, on one of the nature trails.
The picture directly above this sentence and directly below are of the same field, just different years. It’s right across the street from my parent’s.
I told you that milkweed would come into play. This was the best picture I’ve ever taken of a caterpillar. You can see the little drops of dew!
And here the caterpillar is all grown up and transformed. I knew it was the same one because it remembered me and only came around when I went looking for it.
This next picture is probably my hands-down favorite. I got to drive my dad’s car that day and the way the mirror lent itself to the view is just perfect. Same “Shady Lane” as before, just different direction, different season.
These little purple flowers are all over the roadside and I love them!
There are plenty more to share, but for now, the story is at an end.