Some of you know, some of you don’t, but we took a grand family journey back to Arizona over the last week.  Good medicine for the slow drag of winter come February.  I feel cryptic and filled with color, a feeling almost forgotten in my three year baby-growing respite from the road.

Simple sensations of home are fresh and wonderful once again.

Touching :: The faces of my sweet beauties, who are upside down and inside out from three days of confinement.

Tasting :: The memory of carne asada.  And salsa.  And fresh tortillas.  Sighhhhhhhhh….

Smelling :: Fresh mountain air ~ clean, campfirey, and instinctively familiar on a deep and satisfying level.

Hearing :: The preening of birds and the purring of cats.

Seeing :: The beloved big skies of home.

Stay tuned for pictures.  Lots of pictures.