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autumn light
Hello, my lovelies. It’s here. The best time of the year. Autumn. This season makes me come alive. It’s the crispness in the air and the desire to transition from iced coffee to piping hot cups of joe. It’s the bright golden yellows of changing leaves, and sharp, deep blues of that Colorado sky. I swear that sky will make you believe in the heavens. I’m hoping to get myself into the higher country soon to truly breathe in these natural changes. But for today I wanted to show you a couple different views of our dear Denver city. A few weeks ago I spent three days in the heart of the city,…
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adventures in recycling
I have had a personal triumph. Just now, this very morning, mark the date. This triumph? I remembered to collect the trash and recycling bins from the alley before a diabolical stranger filled them with his own garbage. This stranger has become something of an arch-nemesis this summer. Several months back, the city of Denver changed up how it collects our throw-aways. They took away the big dumpsters placed every few dozen feet along the alley block and issued everyone new bins (brand-new black ones for trash, to accompany the grape-hued tanks we already filled with our recycling). They asked us to move these bins back and forth from the alley behind our homes…
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below average olympics
DENVER — In another day of thrilling athletic feats, the reigning champion of two left feet narrowly managed to save a full mug of coffee from falling from the countertop to its utter destruction. Anya Semenoff shocked the world when she saved the freshly brewed morning beverage without losing so much as a drop. In the slow-mo, instant replay of the event, spectators watched her eyes go very wide, hands fumble around the slipping mug and at the last possible second return upright the tumbling cup. Olympics officials still have not come to an agreement if they will be FedExing Semenoff’s medal directly to her home in Denver, Colo., or if they will insist that she picks it up in person at the IOC headquarters…
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a cottage patio
I have this dream about buying bushel after bushel of lavender and creating an entire fort made of flowers. As a child my mother cultivated a small parcel of sunflowers on the lower level of our backyard to make us kiddos such a getaway. The idea has lingered with me ever since. Perhaps you never outgrow such beautiful notions. Perhaps I’ve spent too much time with the Anne Shirleys and Jo Marchs of the literary world. In lieu of my lavender-built fort, there is this other place that I know. It’s surrounded on two sides with wooden fencing covered in vines. On the third side sits a gate that leads to a poppy-covered…
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Video: MTNS and OCNS
It has been a bit of a week. On top of it being a bit of a summer. On top of a year. I know we are all feeling this in some way in our own lives. So last week when I followed Dan out to Oregon, I told him I simply had to visit the Oregon coast or there would be certain mutiny on his hands. (He was out there covering the Olympic track and field trials for the Denver Post; I was there because, at that point, he had been gone for three of the past four weeks and I was tired of being in separate time zones.)…
