Cooper and I are glad to observe slowness of another kind on the eve of a legislative session in Santa Fe. We could see weird clouds forming to the north.
Winds out west
Cooper and I are glad to observe slowness of another kind on the eve of a legislative session in Santa Fe. We could see weird clouds forming to the north.
The day began like this.
No Sean Penn. No awkward awards ceremony speeches or tasteless humor. Just blue sky, birds and trees. I did find myself worrying about what BLM might do with the undeveloped open space a few footsteps from my front door but crisp air smoothed my step and now I am back home, turning the page to …
Cooper and I race the sun to the top of the hill, stopping more often than we used to for me to catch my wind and Coop to take it all in. I have been to town for lunch with old friends. Over portions we can’t finish, our conversation dwells on retirement finance, heart disease, …
They ain’t busted me yet on coffee and Coop’s got snow. Maybe this year I’ll figure out whether my Pimpernel coasters with Navajo weavings are supposed to go face up or face down. I really do wish all my family and friends the best of everything, although calendars are not what we’re made of …
House finches stocked up before the storm. It came in fast, right about noon. Some fellows are suited for the weather. Then there are birds of a feather. Some just like to stay inside together. No sunset views tonight. We may be snowed in by first light. Thanks to nmPBS, I made it to Royal …
Went for a walk to ward off winter gray. Good old Sandias. Good old Coop. Good old Redondo. Good old mesas. Good old moon rise. Good old sunset. The path was the same, but the light wasn’t as golden as the night before. I should have been cheerier because I had a warm house …
Free spirit, who craves red chile in cold weather, jumps the gun on Christmas. Mexican oregano a must.
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