Nature's first green is gold.

I was fortunate enough to spend the weekend at my favorite place on earth...the cabin.

Unlike the popular "cabin" trend nowadays (that is, owning a second home in a smaller town and calling it a cabin), our cabin is in the middle of nowhere. Isolated.

My family [Gramps & his brothers] owns a few thousand acres on Kanarra mountain in Cedar City (southern Utah). We've affectionately renamed it Webster mountain, since the only people within a dozen miles are all kin in some way or another.

I fell hard for the golden aspen this year.

It's a sanctuary

tucked in the mountains

that lets me curl up 

and tuck inside myself. 

My little brother J knows how to party with no pants on.

Perfect for thinking. Nothing more. Simply sitting and being.

Heritage. Freaking proud of it.

Sistas reppin their schools.

Overlooking Zion's canyon.

Gramps.

We spent a few hours on Saturday taking down the sheep fence for the winter, lest it should break from the weight of the snow. It'll be back up come May.

Nothing brings more contentment than a fire, hot cinnamon apple cider, s'mores, & family..

 I assure you.

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

-Robert Frost