Fall

Fall is here in all its glory of fallen leaves, warm sweaters, crisp apples, V's of geese, and cool weather. Our family loves fall! We love tromping through the leaves, smelling the preparations for Thanksgiving, and being together. I hope you all are enjoying this beautiful season!

One of the things our family wanted to do this fall was go shooting. Well, I should say the guys in our family wanted to go shooting. When the Caswell family found out, they invited us and a couple other families over to come and shoot targets on their property . . . something us city folk cannot do in our own back yards. :) Well, I went as the photographer, along with a few other girls. However, it turned out that I ended up shooting a gun for the very first time in my life! It was different than I thought it would be. I will just say that those who hit bulls' eyes are quite skilled. :) In fact, those who hit the target at all aren't doing half bad.

I thought I would share a couple photos with you . . .

Josiah watches as Joe Caswell
demonstrates how to use the .22.
Notice how warmly everyone is dressed -
that's because it was FREEZING (literally).





Isaiah gives the .22 a try.


My brother Josiah and Laura Caswell
stand in the bed of the truck
watching the shooters.

Mr. Caswell gives Josiah a couple pointers.



Papa shooting the .22
See how far away the targets are?


Joe C., Josiah, and Laura C. watching intently.


Mr. Caswell demonstrates
how to use the .12 gauge shotgun.
He hit the bull's eye!!



Papa trying the .12 gauge shotgun out.
See how he is wearing ear protection?
That is because the .12 gauge is VERY loud.


Sarah Caswell and Gabriel
keeping warm in the truck.

Thank you, Caswell Family, for the fun time shooting!

A Poem

There’s a little guy somewhere,
Waiting to appear;
Curled up inside his mother’s
Protective atmosphere.

He’s the one they didn’t plan on,
He’s an extra mouth to feed,
a little inconvenience
Neither of them need.

He’s doctor’s bills and formula,
He’s sleepless nights and stress,
He wet and dirty diapers,
And a home that is a mess.

He could have been a newer car
Or a cabin with a view,
Or a cruise or clothes or Vegas shows,
Or other dreams come true.

So they talked about abortion,
As the alternative,
For that fetal imposition,
Who would change the way they live.

“He isn’t really human,
Why, he doesn’t even breathe!”
He was just a misadventure,
They happened to conceive.

So they sit there in the waiting room,
With papers they must fill,
The waivers and consent forms,
And arrangements for the bill.

They know it’s what they have to do,
There is no other way.
But once or twice they wonder,
What that little guy might say.

“I wish you wouldn’t do this,
I got too much to do.
I have to learn to walk and talk,
To dress and tie my shoes.”

“I have to learn to whistle,
And I have to learn to run.
I have to learn to say my prayers,
For when the day is done.”

“I have to watch for Daddy,
With Mommy at the door and,
I have to ride in carts when
You take me to the store.”

“I have to blow out candles
On a lot of birthday cakes,
And pose for all the pictures
Mommy always takes.”

“If you let them do this
I’ll never learn to wave.
I’ll never have a birthday
Why, I won’t even have a grave.”

“I’ll never play a game
And I’ll never laugh or cry
I won’t even have a name
And I’ll always wonder -why?”

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