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Recipe: lime cheesecake with blackberry sauce

The travel continues – this time to beautiful Pagosa Springs, Colorado. We are visiting with the ILs this weekend. Jeremy and I took a slightly longer route on the way out in order to survey the remainder of the autumn colors. We are now at the tail end. The high winds and snow storms on tap for this weekend will surely put the kibosh on any more golden aspen stands. The temperatures have dropped and the winds were chilling on the drive. It’s both sad and happy… sad to see the fleeting glory of color stripped from the trees and carpeting the ground, but happy to feel the cold snow pelting my face.

that’s a big farmer or a small tractor

what’s left

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Recipe: lime meltaways

It’s a good thing we didn’t end up settling in the Bay Area, because I would have died a long time ago from eating way too much of the incredible food here – and I’m only talking about the Chinese food. If I lived here, I’d get to sample all of the OTHER food too, just that when we’re visiting Grandma, we eat what she likes, and that would be Chinese food.

passion fruit bubble milk tea, green tea slushy, passion fruit slushy

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Recipe: spiced apple cider

Alas, Alack. Today, the last day of summer, is near an end. Such a bummer, eh? Maybe for you… I think the majority of the people I know will name summer as their favorite season. Not this girl. No way. I’m sure most folks would peg me for a winter lover, but my favorite season is autumn. Honestly. Truly.

it has begun

I quite enjoy all of the seasons, but autumn has always been my favorite. It’s not just the fall colors, the cooler temperatures, and that softer light. It meant the start of the academic year, women’s volleyball season, September birthdays, Halloween, apple picking, chili cook offs. Now it means switching to flannel sheets, getting in those final hikes before the big snow storms, tuning my tele skis, gearing up for the fall shoot (camera, not rifle), hearing elk bugle in the morning mist, Kaweah’s thicker winter coat, more baking, dusting off the crock pot, watching Orion rising earlier and earlier in the East.

mingling of seasons

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