autumn in the cascades

Just returned home from an incredible week long hiking trip hunting down autumn colors in the pacific northwest. Here’s one from North Cascades National Park in Washington. Many many many more to come.

A fall visit to North Cascades National Park in Washington is a great chance to see the larches in their gorgeous fall colors. Photographer Meghan Young captured this beautiful scene. “We went on an overnight hike and woke to a fresh dusting of snow, the perfect complement to the fiery orange of the trees. We watched the clouds dance over the distant hills while taking in the views, dumbstruck by the beauty of the moment!” Photo courtesy of Meghan Young.

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Plant of the Day
Wednesday 21 June 2017

A vigorous spreading herbaceous perennial Geranium ‘Gerwat’ (geranium, cranesbill, Geranium 'Rozanne’) makes excellent groundcover, up to 60cm tall and flowering from early summer to autumn. It is an ideal plant for a tall large container as it cascades down the side as the season passes covered in the bowl-shaped violet-blue flowers.

Jill Raggett

livayblogs  asked:

Cool Asks for Fic Writers: 1. Describe yourself how you would describe a character you’re introducing :D

I’ve actually already done this one in 2014! Here’s what I wrote: 


“I’m here!” a voice echoes off the high marble walls of the Federal Magistrates’ Court. “Don’t worry, I’m here!”

You look over towards the voice and there’s a short, plump woman jogging stiffly towards you, coat trailing out in the air behind her, and her dripping umbrella half-unfolded. She has a huge coffee in her spare hand and she awkwardly sips from it, weighed down by the heavy handbag on her elbow. You can see there’s a big laptop in there.

Sorry,” she says, rubbing her eyes. “I didn’t get much sleep last night. Is the list up yet? What order are we?”

“First,” you say.

You watch her face contort. “Fuck!” she says loudly, and it echoes off the walls. She looks around her, wincing at her volume. “Fuck,” she repeats at a near-whisper. “I haven’t printed my materials yet. Do you know where there’s a photocopier?” She pulls her laptop out of her bag, and in the process, a whole stack of torn up pieces of paper, notepads, and even envelopes fly out with it and cascade everywhere like autumn leaves. There’s writing all over them: Min, this, Bree, that. They must be clients, you assume. It must be a big case.

“Fuck!” she repeats again, and then gets on her hands and knees to clean them up, accidentally dropping her coffee.

She stops still for a second, still on her hands and knees, and considers the devastation around her.

It’s at that exact moment that the assistant to the justice opens the door to the courtroom your listing is in, winding up to take a deep break to call your name. He doesn’t end up doing it, though, because he spots the sheepish-looking woman on the floor, surrounded by debris and spilt coffee.

He sighs at length. “Hello, Anna,” he says dryly.

After All This Time {J-Hope Drabble}

Note: Two anons requested, one requested 35 (I’ll just tell your mum on you) and the other requested 128 (It’s called a prank) but I thought they might be funny together. I also decided to add J-Hope into the mix since he is literally slaying my life on a daily basis. Fighting!~

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Two children sat side by side on a park bench in a quiet, reserved part of the village.

Nightfall was slowly coming, and the clouds were swirling with lilacs and oranges as the sun setted slowly in the horizon, capturing the warmth and emitting coldness at dusk.

The cool air blew and rustled the leaves on the golden leaves that were slowly turning with each day that past in the Autumn month and falling off the branches, scattering and cascading down onto the park, where a swing set, a life and an old roundabout were set.

The two children seemed calm, both of them comfortable in each others company. They were at an age where childish antics were slowly being pulled away from their aging minds, but still young enough to be wild, free and innocent.

“I’m cold.” The girl announced, pulling her thin cardigan tightly around her small, fragile frame.

The boy beside her didn’t take a single moment in hesitating. He shrugged his coat off his shoulders and placed it around hers, a happy mile on his face. Even though the sun was setting, the boy on the bench was enough to create the illusion that it was still shining.

“Have mine.” He told her a she wrapped it around herself.

“Thank you, Hoseok.”

“You’re welcome, {y/n}”

Once the coat as securely around her, finally warming up her freezing figure, she shoved her hands in the pockets, only to find a miniscule object inside. {y/n} clamped her fingers around it, before raising out of the pocket before letting out a piercing scream, throwing what appeared to be a spider across the park.

Hoseok didn’t seem startled by her reaction, only let out a loud laugh, clutching his stomach at the shock written all over {y/n}’s face.

“Ha- you fell for it! You thought it was a real spider!”

{y/n} felt her face flush in embarrassment, crossing her arms sulkily across her chest. “That’s mean! If you do it again I’ll just tell your Mum on you!”

Hoseok giggled, seemingly unconcerned about her threat. “It was funny though, you have to admit, you should have seen the look on your face.”

{y/n} tried to hold her pout, but it was impossible to do when the boy beside her was grinning to brightly, reflecting so much happiness and hope.

“Okay, maybe it was a little bit funny. But only a little bit.” {y/n} responded stubbornly. She turned to face him, but as soon as her face aligned with his, she felt a warm sensation against her lips.

Her eyes widened a Hoseok pulled away from her. A pounding beat erupted inside her chest as her eyes widened.

“Y-you kissed me!”

Hoseok’s smile drained from his face, and that didn’t go unnoticed by {y/n}.

“It was just a prank - you’re not very good at jokes, are you?” He responded somewhat bitterly, there was something about the way he spoke that {y/n} wasn’t sure she believed that it had been ‘just a prank.’ but who wa she to question it? At such a young age, she couldn’t even comprehend the emotions it took to be in love, or to be in that state of a relationship with someone.

“Kissing is yucky!” {y/n} exclaimed.

“But that’s what you do when you love someone.” Hoseok tried to explain what little he knew about love, what little his brain could process from what he had seen around him.

“I don’t know if I love you yet, Hoseok. I’m still little. You should kiss me again when I’m older, and maybe I will have changed my mind.”

Hoseok grinned, an inward vow. He nodded. “I’ll prove to you that you do love me one day then! You’ll see!”

{y/n} smiled at the memory playing in her mind, it felt like moments ago they were back on that park bench. But in reality, it had been years.

Years of falling in love, heartbreak and putting all the pieces back together until the inevitable ending.

“I do.” Hoseok repeated the vicars words, tears shining in his glittering eyes a smile that still shone brighter than the sun.

“I do.” You concluded.

Then the kiss that bind you together to the sound of the cheers and claps from the family and friends that had watched the romance blossom between both of you.

“Remember when you said kissing was yucky?” Hoseok whispered in your ear, chuckling as you giggled.

“Remember when you said you’d prove to us both that you’d change that?”

“Yep, and I don’t regret a single thing.” He grinned, kissing you on the temple before taking you by the hand to make the start of a new future, a new life.

He’s right, you do love him.

Even after all this time. 

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Fall, Colors and Clouds par Tedrick Mealy
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Heather - Maple Pass Loop