Monday, April 2, 2012


The front door to our new rent house we painted.
(And by we, I mean Adam)

This is the door to my new life.
New and incredibly wonderful.
I simply couldn't ask for more right now. Full, I am.
After an insanely overwhelming and busy and long season of life last year, I get to slow down.
I get to rest.
(Not that I'm really going THAT slow, but comparatively people. . . .)

Our garden

One of the highlights of my new life is this precious garden that Adam and I planted.

Hot peppers for this cajun girl, of course.

Even though Adam and I don't like tomatoes, we're giving it a shot because we just feel weird having a garden with no tomatoes. .

Cucumber of course!


Look at this wonderful fence Adam made.
My resourceful man noticed the abandoned lot next to our house had a fence falling down. . .and it just so happens that we needed a little fencing around our garden. . . so Adam put his plan into action, got an old saw from the tool house that came with our house (filled with lots of tools), hooked up a very long extension cord (thank you outdoor wedding), and literally sawed down the top half of a fence for at least an hour. (And I actually helped) Then he sawed it down even more and set it up around our garden! Now, our wonderful little pet can't disturb our produce!

Marigolds to help our veggies grow!
And to make me think of Meg.



(these herbs will be used daily.
Oh how I <3 fresh herbs.)


What the heeeelll is this, eh?
Oh just some poop we put in our garden.
Compost poop.
Been growin in for years and finally got to use it!

Compost bin, ready for more!
Here it is!

Here he is, people.
My new best friend.
go ahead and laugh.
Get it out.
Its true.
I own a basset hound.
Named "Bull," at that.
How did that happen to me?
I figured it out--surely this is what God had in mind when I vowed, " I will embrace troubled times, and count it joy to suffer with you". . . .or, "count it joy to suffer through a the presence of dog. Like this one."

2 things here:
1. my favorite man ever, put me up a wonderful clothes line and I feel like I'm in Uganda again.
2. Several of these shirts you see here I just got for free!
My friend, Becca, had a Clothes Swap party where we all brought clothes that we just don't need/want anymore, but are still in good condition (which is almost ALL of our closets, lets be honest.) And then we traded with other girls and got new-to-us items! Ingenious idea.

These are beautiful gifts left in our yard for us from the old man who lived in the house for many years. Roses everywhere!!!

The front of our house. . .landscaped. =)

My amazing mom came to our humble abode and helped us pick out and plant beautiful flowers to liven up the front of our ooooollllddd house.

Lovely flowers my mommy planted

These actually came with the house! How nice!

These, too, came with the house! Any idea what they're called?

2 things here:
1. more flowers my mom potted for me!
2. This pot is special to us because it belonged to a friend of ours, Mark, who was incarcerated back in July. He broke the law. He went to jail. And we love him still. A group of us helped him clean out his yard last spring before he had to go to jail. He had TONS of garden stuff because he was a master gardener. Let's just say, we got the hook up on lots of great garden stuff because of our dear friend mark! This pot was one of them and I'm honored to have it on my door step to remind me of our friends who sinned in a way that got them locked up, who are lonely, and probably at rock-bottom in prison. To remind me to think of them, pray for them, love them, and of course, write to them. =)

These are more mom got. They make me think of you, Mom, and my childhood.
I guess you planted lots of these or something.

love. love. love.
Big one here:
I don't know if you make out what this one is called, but it says "African Daisy." My mom bought this for us right after we told her we have an opportunity to move to Africa in a year that we are highly considering. This is a huge deal to me. I would have expected my mom to have seen this plant and ripped it to shreds then spitting on it after we told her the news. Instead, she bought it for me, planted it for me, and left the name tag up for all to see! Love that woman!

Don't these just look radiant and make you want to go to Africa?

I am oh, so grateful to Mr. Ward for all the rose bushes he left us around our house because every moment I look at these beautiful creations, I think of Mimi and Nanee. The roses of my life. The beauty of this rose hardly compares to the beauty you both radiated, and to me, this rose is beyond stunning.

And so, I have opened a door to a new life.
In a bright white house with a radiant red door.

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