These are of the Butte, the second time we went up this year, in August. It was steep here, baby.
Lovely, breathtaking, amazing, my favorite time...you get to the top and if you hit it just right, the colors are phenomenal and the fireweed has all of its ethereal seed fluff everywhere, frosting the tips of the red foliage. We missed the full effect by about a week, but it was still spectacular.
That's Pioneer Peak, right. . . . . . . . . . there. ^
Happy girl, coloring on the back deck in bare feet and a sundress. It seems a long way off as I am sitting here knitting thumby mittens, with the thermometer at 3.4 degrees - except she is like this all year long, regardless of the weather (we have her wear jeans under the sundresses in the winter, sometimes).
This is our oregano. I like it because it just grows and you don't have to do anything to it except harvest it, and it comes back every year. Except for the time when - well, I won't mention any names, but it's a guy that I'm married to - someone accidentally sprayed it with weed killer. Whoops. We didn't harvest it that year. It's pretty though, hmm?
*contemplating world domination*
So here I am, trying to figure out how to put thumbs on felted mittens, and we are looking at wind chills of 30 below tonight. Let's not think about that. Let's think of warm things, cocoa-y things, and blankets. Here goes.
Kettle corn soy candle by The Lodge Spa
Vintage zigzag blanket by Sydney's Designs
Time to throw more wood in the stove, and I really should get that thumb added to this mitten. Hope you all have a wonderful night. ♥