It is truly home when I come back to the beautiful mountains of Colorado. I have claimed each state that I have lived in as 'home' and I have truly felt at home in those places, but there is something remarkable, different, about coming back to the state from where you grew up. A large part of this homecoming is the fresh pine smell that the dry air carries deep into my senses. The clouds look like the ones from Toy Story, and the scene around me is truly 'purple mountains majesty'.
To be a part of all that is occurring around us, we walked down the street to feed the horses by my parent's house. It was great to bring these guys some sweet apples, Josiah jumped right in the activity, as he had much practice when we lived in Dover. There were seven horses, two of which were paints, and Josiah's highlight was the colt he wanted to call 'Bronco' (very fitting for this mile high state). "Bronco" even allowed Josiah to pet him, which is less common for the skittish young.
Another special thing to do at home is to make clothes. Well, in all truth, my responsibility in this is to come up with the project, and for Mimi to execute it! This time is was matching pajama pants. All three of us girls have a lovely pair of summer pj's to match each other. How sweet!
