After I walked out of the airport, I paused to breath the fresh Colorado air. As major cities go, Toronto doesn’t smell _bad_, but it doesn’t smell like Colorado either.
We got home quite late, and as usual, I breathed a sigh of relief when Lody and Dudley met us in the mud-room. I always assume that no news from our critter sitter is good news, but we had been unreachable for much of the day. Lody and Dudley were delighted to see us, but didn’t act as though they had been stressed by our second absence in two weeks.
I fed the horses, and noted that it must have been cold while we were gone, as one of the winter horse blankets was in the barn. I rarely blanket our horses, and the horse blankets stay in the feed room 364 days out of 365.
The flowers are gorgeous, and it looks as though we got some rain while we were gone. Colorado is greener than I expected to see, though not as green as eastern Canada.