I must learn to love the fool in me – the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would robe me of my human aliveness, humility, and dignity, but for my fool.
Theodore Rubin
Tags: Quoting
Virginia Creeper in fall flame and a rather nice bit of vintage signage a short hop from our house. We admired it while enjoying dinner and coffee and cake at the newly minted Good Neighbors Meeting House. How I love having fun places with kindly people a walk a way from home. And the blueberry cheesecake? The best we have ever tasted. For the hubster this is especially telling, he is not usually a fan.
Black-eyed Susans making cheerful glances at the sky. I went out to photograph a horde of painted lady butterflies feasting on their nectar, only to have them flit off before snapping a photo.
Promenading – because Juniper knows the word walk and W-A-L-K. That dog is a smarty pants!
Caramel apple pie! Made for my parents who came to stay. It tasted as good as it looked.
Tabletop Tableau
Two of the painted ladies I did manage to catch. Or perhaps the same one? I don’t know how different their wings are, but these look very much alike to my non-butterfly expert eyes.
And the weather this morning, blanketing our burgeoning back yard. Mother nature didn’t get the memo stating I am not quite ready for snow. She does as she pleases…
Tags: Colorado
We have not come to take prisoners,
But to surrender ever more deeply
to freedom and joy.
We have not come into this exquisite world
To hold ourselves hostage from love.
Run my dear,
From anything
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings.
Run like hell my dear,
From anyone likely
To put a sharp knife
Into the sacred, tender vision
Of your beautiful heart.
Hafiz
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Breaking from the prison of the day-to-day to look at leaves! How funny that sounds, the simplicity of it. And then there is the actuality, nature in full flame, with only time to burn. This is in Canon City, by the by – pretty cool looking for an actual prison.
Rolling down highway 69. These fantastic clouds obscure my favorite Sangre de Cristo Mountains, but not so much as to hide that magical dusting of snow!
A fine time in Westcliffe (where we will be back for dark skies!), with lunch at Sangrita (under new ownership!) – the best of the best burgers for the hubster and a massive pork chop for me. We also shared a right fabulous slice of apple pie heaven. Juni B. is at our feet, of course. She’s our new American Express. We don’t leave home without her!
More views obscured by a scrim of rain, stunning nevertheless.
Tailings and other reminders of the Querida Mine. The things that last.
More rain. More flame.
The singular vision and dream come true of one man, Jim Bishop. This is his castle!
More leaf peeping, giving way to stunning views. I love you, Colorado.
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And great hugs to all on this terribly shitty day. FIFTY-EIGHT lives unknown to me and one Tom Petty. This world sometimes…
There’s a dog on the bed! Only on the sheets, never on the bedspread, because dirty paws. The things we tell ourselves….
Tags: Juniper Beulah
