Fall candles are outta the box...

What I'd tell you?

It's here.


So far there's been casserole making and baking...

And fresh feta and honey on bread in the mornings...

Fall is fun.

Labor Day weekend found us at an Oktoberfest in the mountains and let's just say the promise of thick fall beers and crisp air made me not really that sad that this marks the end of summer. 

 

 

 And so we say goodbye to a pear in the afternoon to cool off, a Scotch whisky for Corey while he grills me amazing foods, flowers to beat the band, and the other million easy breezy little moments that make up a summer.

 

Next time you see me there may be pumpkins.

Sometimes I go hiking to remember that the world is vast, the movements of the universe are strange and unpredictable, cruel and beautiful, and that when it comes down to it we're just like the butterfly on the log--dreamlike, always moving, even if it's just our beating heart.

This Fourth of July weekend we went to Crazy Mountain Brewery, a little hole in the wall that I thought for sure wouldn't be that good...

...but we didn't try a beer we didn't like and they had the most beautiful big-headed pup running around their little establishment as the taps flowed and people ran in and out for more and more of their tasty concoctions. 

I took many photos this weekend thinking I'd do a montage, but this one just said it all for me for some reason.  Fourth of July is one of those holidays that I think is so much better when you're a kid--the fireworks still amaze, the heat isn't that big of a problem, you're happy at some festival getting your face painted with American flags and eating hot dogs with the ketchup dripping...

So I could relate to the wistful gaze of this animal, like he was remembering something.

Hope it was a happy weekend in the sun for all of you!

Saturday

Mountain Saturdays are the very best...except now I have this problem where every time I go to a Farmer's Market I want to change my life and become a farmer, selling my goods each weekend.  Seems like it would be a simple way to live.

Alas, societal norms beckon so I have to live out that particular life in my daydreams.

 { blooms }

 { if you aren't eating radishes, you're nuts! }

 { breakfast }

 { market }

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience. --R.W. Emerson

That's just the way it is

Since we live in Colorado now, it's no big thing to make margaritas and Mexican food on a Wednesday night while staring at a mountain.  It's just the culture we exist within now, we have no control over it.