Inviting the Wild in

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“They won’t tell you fairy tales of how girls can be dangerous and still win. They will only tell you stories where girls are sweet and kind and reject all sin. I guess to them it’s a terrifying thought, a red riding hood who knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in.” -Nikita Gill

A few days ago a friend posted the above poem as a caption to her photography. When I read it I couldn’t decide if I wanted to embark on some grand adventure or weep.

There’s something about this poem that has resonated very deeply with me. Made me question what it means the be the one that invites the wild in- to make your own fairy tale.

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Apple Pie

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Per usual, the best part about any dinner party is the desert, and this tart apple pie was no different. Not only was it absolutely stunning to look at (check out that lattice!) but was just the right about of sweet and sour. We kept it basic with just the pie, but you could add a scoop of vanilla ice cream, or a dollop of whip cream on top if you’re feeling fancy 😉

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With a Bow on Top

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One of my favorite things about Colorado is that just about every time I think I’m starting to get sick of whatever season we’re in, you wake up the next day and everything has changed.

I love the crisp air and cool breeze that rolls in with the fiery autumn colors and toasty coffee drinks.

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A Sweet Escape

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“Maybe our girl friends are our soul mates, and boys are just people to have fun with.”

I think any true Colorado native would say that there is a tangible shift in the air this time of year. Something changes with the colors of the leaves as we pack away our summer shorts and pull out warmer layers. It’s this shift from the lightheartedness of summer, to something a little earthier- heartier, and full of anticipation for the colder months to come.

I also think it’s rare this time of year to not to talk to someone who is dying to escape to the mountains. To breathe in the fresh fall air and hear the crunch of dying leaves under their feet.

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