Just when he was getting used to the place, the weather got weird.
Just when he was getting used to the place, the weather got weird.
(Click to open photos) Morning arrived bright and clear. We had breakfast and prepared for the day. Things started to change. Glad I washed the windows Friday night.
And I have retired from the water board, mostly tired of my own impatience.
Coyote in the rain. Heeler in the rain.
The sun is going down on things I thought I knew. For instance, I might need to start watering the snakes. I was two rooms away this morning when I heard Cowboy do his snake bark outside but I try to be prepared for surprises here on the human-wildlife interface. I keep various snake-removal tools …
The setting sun was starting to redden the mountain. I wasn’t doing much. In fact, I had dozed off on the living room couch, working a crossword puzzle and experiencing the predictable effects of pasta for lunch. I see the sort-of-wild horses of Placitas often but this one happened to drift by just as I …
While the curved-bill thrasher sat at the top of the juniper this morning, I thought of the Thoreau line “monarch of all I survey.” At first I was smug. Yeah, but I’ve got coffee, I told myself. Then I rethought my shallow human insights. The thrasher doesn’t need coffee to help him take in the …
I started thinking about the weather when sister Hope sent me photos of life in Montana. We started sensing what was coming here in Placitas on Friday. The wind picked up from the west and it was time to brave the construction-clogged traffic in Bernalillo and stock up on food and allergy medicine: Climate change …
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