Sometimes, I think about my beloved red canyons, the mountains full of quaking aspens, the general easy-going nature of the local Cedarians, and especially the great family times I'm missing, and I get a little bit wistful.
But most of the time, I feel pretty darn pleased to be living in Cache Valley, where I'm surrounded by gorgeous lakes and wildflowers, more frequent viewing of a greater variety of wildlife (in my experience), locals who are salt-of-the-earth, and most importantly, loads of great Cantwell family gatherings.
Here's a little smidgen of photographic proof:
|Beverly (Eric's mom) can name every one of these flowers, and every other one pictured in this post. Next time we do one of these little excursions, I'm taking a notebook along with the camera.|
|Six years ago, none of these people were in my life. Now they top my best-loved list. Lucky. (Lucky me, I mean!)|