In my little corner of world, just north of the Sandia Mountains, piñons look like they’re hanging on. I noticed many new cones when I reached the top of the mesa this morning, almost as if they exploded overnight. I have been so focused on snakes and wildflowers this spring, I hadn’t yet really examined …
A month to go, but I’m here to give you a spring report. The looks of things change fast. The weather’s changing, too. Critters are doing their thing. It’s time for spring cleaning and maybe some home repair. Certainly there will be more bird-watching, conditions permitting. Maybe even a new selfie is due.
Sky and lone piñon, walking home at sunset.
Equinox moonrise. Nearly full. Quiet time. Sixty miles. Changing colors. Changing skins. Looking for love. Good piñon growth. Very many berries. Love and late grass.