The Little Heart That Roamed: How a Wyoming Dream Took Shape You know, sometimes the most delightful ideas just pop up when you are least expecting them, like when you are sipping your morning brew, watching the garden birds peck at the crumbs, and suddenly, a whole universe of inspiration just blossoms. It was a rather dreary Tuesday, if I remember rightly, when the thought first properly coalesced, swirling around the workshop like the silver dust motes in the afternoon sun. We were chatting about how much folks absolutely adore holding onto little pieces of their story, those tangible reminders of where they have been, who they are, or whe...
