A sweet farewell to summertime. The temps are still nearing 100, but with September comes a turn of the season. It was a warm, generous summer of firsts and decks and only one tomato.

Margaritas. Cabana Boys. Fishing. Rick James. They all fit together in a way that will make any sun worshiping cocktail sipper understand just why the trout bite in Wyoming. 

The #wyadventure was a big whoa. So many photos of meadows and mountains and trout. SO MANY. Brace yourself for a post of few words (although hilarious ones) and plenty of images. Whoa-ming. That's more like it.

Hitting the road again. On a quest for a cutthroat trout. Thumbs up man. 

Three Babies. At once. Can you believe it? I held them. At one time. A letter to my favorite triplets.

A new round of life lessons including body heat, long skirts, personalized pencils and garden theories. 90 days in and I went a whole post without mentioning Chopped.

HBF is outta town. So what do I do? All kinds of crafty, cooking, loungy things. Obviously. I need a cake shake.

Nothing compares to the Iowa State Fair. Two trips earned a love letter. And two trips earned me a need to actually work out (eh) this week. 

So many words. Wondering what it all means? You're not alone. If Clarissa can do it, I can too.

49 photos of one single sunset. A quiet, meditative dockside picnic. Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat.