Why I love New Mexico

It's hard not to love a place ....

... where you are always greeted by friendly faces:

... where you are asked to play fun games: and often more than once:

... where you get to hang out with friends who have the exact same obsessions interests as you do:

... where you are whole-heartedly invited to jump right in to the group effort of animal health care:

... where you are always invited to "go for a ride":

... where you all drink out of the same water bottle (now *that* is true friendship):

... where you are always learning about new things that aren't common where you come from, like, how to identify the infamous (and poisonous) loco weed:

- and what a plant that has been chewed by a porcupine looks like:

... where you can have lively, heart-to-heart talks with the ranch dog and nobody thinks this is unusual:

... where a  165 pound pot-bellied pig named Wynonna will let you take a close-up photo of her nose - with only minimal complaint:

.. where your friend really appreciates your help doing ranch tasks:

And where, at the end of a busy day, you are fed a delicious dinner on a plate specifically chosen to to match the color of paint you got on your pants earlier that day:

I really love New Mexico.  :-)

Thank you, 7MSN and Morning Bray Farm, for having this rain-sodden, Oregon girl come to visit. Again.
:-)