Beauty of the Senses

There is no more wonderful a sensation than a gentle breeze caressing your skin in a mountain meadow. I took the boys to the west side of Falcon Park this morning where we enjoyed some "ice cream for the soul". The 90 degree streak finally broke and in the foothills the whisper of humidity in the wind with the sun on my face was a balm over a stressed out mind and heart. There are days when getting to the hills truly saves my sanity and today was one of them.

I was sad that I forgot my camera because there were some sweet moments when both my boys were reveling in the feel of nature as much as I. Matthew is a boy after his Mamma's heart with his desire to climb on all the rocks. He held up both hands, fingers splayed apart, and told me he was going to climb the pile of rocks this many times! I told him go right ahead and I'd meet him on the other side. Sweet baby Tyler wants nothing more than to walk. He wiggles free of my arms, reaches for my fingers and gets his way as much as he can, whispering "da da" under his breath with each step.

We walked/ran/mosied through the meadow to the other side to see the "castle". Of course we had to stop to pee in the bushes along the way. Matthew is all about nature when it comes to peeing outside. Now that you have that mental image in your mind let me return to our beautiful day. Matthew was also the tour guide at the castle. The rocks walls and chimneys are all that remain of a house that was struck by lightning and destroyed by fire in 1918. He rememberd from our last visit and went around to all the visitors telling them that the house was struck by lightning and was fired. Ah well, at least they won't forget the story either.

Next time I'll remember the camera.