by littlesarahbigworld


City Mice and the Country Mouse

Last Sunday we took a field trip up to Garland, Utah–Bonnie Friend’s hometown.

She grew up on a farm, with horses, sheep, farm cats and apple trees.

We dreamed of petting barnyard animals.

It was chilly and gray, but we didn’t mind.

It was November perfect.

Our boots got muddy and wet.

We walked slowly and spoke softly.

The sounds of sheep and cattle made us giggle.

Bonnie told us stories about growing up and playing orphan.

Soft strong horses nuzzled us and melted our hearts.

Inside it was warm and cozy, and there was hearty hot pozole soup, and fresh baked bread, and ginger ale, and quilt scraps.

Of course I baked a pie.