We have gone to Colorado, specifically Estes Park, 3 years in a row now. It feels like our place, our vacation. Hopefully the kids will feel that way too as they get older and remember summers.
One of my favorite parts of the vacation is going up the mountain from warm air to cold air. I love cold – and so the opportunity to be enveloped by crisp air in July or August is relevatory to me. It is a gift for me. The first time we saw snow I kept exclaiming “That’s snow! In August – that’s snow!”
I am working on a quilt to represent Colorado memories. Rainbow log cabins, sky full of stars, mountains, and, of course, snow. This block harkens to flowers in snow for me – wildflowers and snow on the mountains – not that far from each other.
And I had my toes painted white the first pedicure I got after vacation – just a reminder that not that long ago my toes were close to snow.