Barn Smooches

 Mr. Nielson, the kids, and I (and Jimmy)
went to New Mexico over the weekend.

We went to the Nielson ranch where

Mr. Nielson turned into Mr. rancher Nielson.

He's really good at it.

I'm really good at watching him work, reading magazines on the front 

porch swing, early morning runs around the 

sprawling 9000 acres, and I am really good at 
grabbing Mr. Nielson to slip away with me into 
the barn to smooch for a few minutes.

 
It was altogether bliss, especially this particular afternoon
when it rained and thundered so loud it shook the windows.
(I wish I could describe how good it smells after the rain.)