I like the sounds of a piano as it drifts out the open door into late afternoon sunlight.
I like bunches of peonies, wild flowers and roses crammed into gorgeous bunches all about a house.
I like the smell of bacon in the morning and I like to share it with people; be they family or the random traveler. Food always taste better when shared.
I like the sound the horses in the wrangle pen make at night, and how it just touches my subconscious as I’m sleeping. I always smile before I drift off again.
I like men who have integrity and women with confidence.
I like the way a dog just knows.
I like the way my saddle feels tucked under my arm when I go to saddle my horse. The upwards swing, the comfortable settling of blankets, wood and leather on my horses back.
I like the way dirt changes colors and smell when you water a garden.
I like the business and energy of a NY city street and the stillness and (different) energy found in the wilderness and mountains.
I like the gathering of fishing gear the night before and the excitement of heading out to land a big one in the early morning smell and mist.
I like the cold feeling of cotton sheets when you first get into bed at night.
I like sweaters that are too big for me all year round.
I like the sound of my horse playing with the cricket in his bit,
and most of all,
I like being me