Yellow roses at the farmhouse

On Sunday we drove down to Mount Pleasant. The drive was fantastic. Clear blue skies, beautiful dark green mountains and a happy boy for 90% of the drive. He is truly getting better and better in the car on longer drives.

We arrived in time for breakfast (ha! who am I kidding? It was 11:30, but we called it breakfast anyway) and devoured the most amazing farmhouse hash. Eggs, potatoes, bacon and cheese never tasted so good.

During a super successful baby nap (he's also getting somewhat better at sleeping away from home! Wahoo!) E, David and I sat on the fount porch in the shade. I colored a Harry Potter coloring book. The guys talked cell phones, Connie joined us and we watched small town life go by from the front porch in the shade. Nothing better.

Soon our sweet boy was awake and ready to play. We decided to go on a nice walk down the road to visit the horses. Dusty, hot, sunny and wonderful. James was as happy as a clam.

And after we were too hot and dusty, we piled into the car and took a little drive up to a park in the mouth of the canyon. It was cool and wonderful in the shade. The aspens had leafed out recently, and the smell of pines and aspens is heaven. It smells like the Utah woods, and the Utah woods make me a very very happy girl. :)

They yellow pioneer roses are magnificent. They smelly lemony and yummy and are just happy and beautiful.

E and Connie visit the horses we've affectionately named Speckly and Butterscotch.
James visits too.
What?! Another family photo of all three of us? Two in one weekend?! I know, it is as rare as lightning striking. Love this one of us on the swing in the mountain park.
The drive back home was just as brilliant and uneventful. We stopped at Cracker Barrel for dinner half way home and James happily ate his mac and cheese and sucked on a lemon even though it was ten minutes past his bedtime. Hurrah!