Two homes?

Lucky me, I feel grown up since I have two homes to miss, visit, and stay at. I obviously miss my home in Utah. I miss the great climbing, the wild mountains and desert, I miss my great friends, and undoubtedly I miss my family the most. When Ben was giving me a ride home (Idaho home) Sone time around dreary Ogden I was wailing about how I miss my family and blabbering about how they don't know how great I think they are et cetera, et cetera, and Ben was so nice, he said " Well, should I just take you back? You can stay in Utah!" Alas, in a typical girlish moment of indecisiveness I squeaked out something about how I really miss Chesterfield. And it really was nice to come back to the Idaho home with the pastures, the big stillness, the Connemara ponies, and the geese in endless waves flying by.
The day after I arrived back at the farm was Easter! Last Easter I spent it frost nipping my toes with Aspiro boys in the Uinta mountains. I had backpacked in some candy and plastic eggs and hid them in the snow for a hunt. Complaints abounded about the quantity and quality of candy I hauled in through miles and days of snow. I learned that day what true ungratefulness is.
Anyway, back to this Easter. Chris and I were invited to a neighbors house for some delicious homemade dinner. But, dinner conversation invariably turned to farm work. We learned that the son who has 400 acres had the previous spring had another neighbor harrow it. So in these pioneer aged fields, there are random rocky outcroppings where pioneers would toss all the rocks. They obviously didn't think about the stone jump potential when putting these rocks in piles instead of walls. Oh well. But, the neighbor who harrowed the field drove directly through the piles, instead of around, ergo there are now 60 foot swaths of rocks strewn in all directions. The son said that the neighbor didn't follow the 2% rule, which states,"You have to be 2% smarter than anything you work with."
In this case, that means rocks.
So, there is no free meal in Chesterfield and we were wrangled to help pick up rocks. Which actually was tons of fun, they are an awesome family. And! We had a campfire under a shiny sky with smores and deer jerky.
I already miss Utah, but it sure is great here in Chesterfield.