Hello, and how do you do? We’ve been busy and occasionally lazy with the usual sorts. Greg planted a pepper and tomato garden again this year, and these are the gorgeous fruits of his labor. They are a super drought tolerant variety called Cosmonaut. Yuri Gagarin would be most proud. They are as delicious as they look and especially fine in salsa! We used both home grown jalapenos (seen below) and green chiles (fresh and roasted) for a mouthful of magic.

As it is peak season, I also did some canning: apple butter that Grandpa would be delighted to eat, strawberry jam, a few jars of salsa, and I candied our jalapeno (on top of the burger), which turned out ridiculously spicy.

This Wilson’s Warbler has been tweeting up a storm in the back garden.

I like old fire trucks.

Another change in the living room – new art. The paintings are by Carolyn Dailey. We bought the Cowboy and Cowgirl in Nashville at Hatch Show Print, and the others are a random assortment of lovely finds. I love how it looks! Also, Juniper sunbathing.

Juniper sunbathing again.

We had a fun visit with my parents about a month ago. In addition to our usual game play, we introduced them to the wonders of Dungeons & Dragons with a little Legends of Drizzt. Now they know.

And finally, a little trip to one of our favorite local spots – Juniper Valley Ranch. Open since 1951, with hardly a menu change. It is always worth the trip!

Happy Fall…

Crested Butte

The beer is sour. My mood is not. At Eddyline in Salida, where everything is excellent, on our way to Crested Butte for a weekend jaunt.

Atop the Continental Divide at Cottonwood Pass, 12,126 feet above sea level, ladies and gents. Water two above drains to the east, while just above to the west. How-dy do.

Taylor Reservoir mid squall. Rain will be the overarching theme of the weekend. You really never know what the weather holds in the high country!

We’re here! Crested Butte has such a quaint old west mining town main drag. Such a rainbow!

Slayed.

Everyone can bicycle.

The view from the end of the lane. Pretty spectacular.

Casual butterfly. Also, new 70’s science teacher vibe glasses. Very good.

*Juniper, while not pictured, did tag along, and was quite happy to do dog things.

Diorama!! I know I have mentioned my deep love for dioramas and miniatures in this space (my first short story, written in third grade, was “the Case of the Missing Miniatures”). They are the bees knees, the tops, every little thing. This is at the cute Crested Butte Museum, and if you go, please do drop a quarter in the machine to make the model train go round. Greg did, and it made our life size hearts dance a little jiggity-jig.

A fine weekend of not terribly much, which suited us just fine!

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Companion

I ask you to pass through life at my sideā€”to be my second self, and best earthly companion.

Charlotte Bronte

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Ship

What wings are to a bird, and sails to a ship, so is prayer to the soul.

Corrie Ten Boom

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Egg

The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world.

Herman Hesse

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