yellow . day two . autumn color week








Yellow is the color of my true love’s hair
In the morning, when we rise
In the morning, when we rise
That’s the time,
That’s the time
I love the best
- Donovan
(sorry, I couldn’t help myself)
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yellow . day two . autumn color week








Yellow is the color of my true love’s hair
In the morning, when we rise
In the morning, when we rise
That’s the time,
That’s the time
I love the best
- Donovan
(sorry, I couldn’t help myself)
green . day one . autumn color week
Juneau springs and summers have the most incredible spectrum of green. These days, our vibrant greens are morphing into the same earthy shade. Soon, we’ll only have the undertones of spruce and hemlock peeking out from the snow.





I’m participating in the Autumn Color Week with some blogging and flickr buddies. I love a good color challenge. Join us, if you like!
Monday, October 4th – Green
Tuesday, October 5th – Yellow
Wednesday, October 6th – Orange
Thursday, October 7th – Red
Friday, October 8th – Brown
fall 2010 . juneau, alaska

Time to vote!

Devil’s Club never looked so beautiful.

Not to mention the rest of the forest.

I don’t know if this shed looks happier now or in the spring.


The fireweed has smoldered out.



Many beautiful fall colors to take in. And of course, the return of wet, grey skies means a lot more time in the kitchen.

September coho and a crisp made from summer’s harvest of huckleberries and blueberries. It’s dark by dinner time now.

A birthday cake after school snack (Brian made this carrot cake! He’s been a kitchen rock star lately).

Good morning raindrops! A good day to cozy up with a book, coffee and some snuggle bugs.
Last week bordered on insanity. It was just one of those times. Nothing really stood out as particularly awful, except for Mighty cutting his head open. For the fourth time. On my birthday.

And he proceeded to fall and cut his head open again last night–a mirror image of this one but thankfully not requiring stitches or glue. He’s ok. Just makes me afraid for when he’s 16.
The last week made me reflect on how my own expectations so often can get in the way of my ability to enjoy a situation for what it is. I need to work on being more emotionally flexible, especially with the kids getting older and developing their own beautiful (though frequently contrary) opinions.
Sometimes, and obviously, all it takes is a moment for me to step back and see things anew. I was feeling this way, on my birthday, when things just turned out completely crappy… spending it in the ER and all… (how whiney can I sound?!). I needed some air, and a break from the chaos, so I took a walk.
I found this guy.

I knew sea stars regenerated their limbs, but I couldn’t recall ever seeing this happen in the flesh. What a metaphor for the human spirit. And a reminder for me.
In fact, the beach was literally covered in starfish. I had never seen so many in one place.


Here’s to autumn:
Candles at dinner.
Early bedtimes after new book adventures.
Spruce cones.
Mulled wine.
The sound of the falling leaves in the forest, insulation for a winter white blanket.
Dashing to the car in the pouring rain.
A cleansing of the mind and a long season’s regeneration of spirits.