Morning after spring snow.
Keeping track
Morning after spring snow.
No birds yet … but the orange globe mallow is looking good … and enough coffee in me now to set off on foot for birds on the wing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Also at Dream Ranch: Cheap art and native plants Georgia and Carl
Happy birthday, Cowboy. March means you are three. The start of Daylight Savings Time seems like a good day to call yours. You are easy to associate with a lost hour of sleep. But I’m glad you are on my case. Your were a sick pup when you came. I’d say you’re plenty healthy now. …
Seeing the 2019 lunar eclipse with my own eyes really was the best experience — and worth the stiff neck — but here is what I was able to save with my battered Canon Powershot pocket camera and an iPhone. Some confusion (mine) the night before. Moonrise the night of (January 20). The real …
The storm blew in. Tried to watch baseball with Cowboy in the front row. Looked like a perilous day for lingering lizards. Had to break out my winter hat, but saw the first cranes heading south. Weather couldn’t decide between rain or snow. Bluebirds came around, wearing down jackets. And others arrived to sit out …
It is a stage of life when fondness for the Range’s linguine with basil cream sauce keeps me awake most of the night, but I doze the next afternoon to stretch my legs over the mesa in the evening with my young dog and see rain walking over San Felipe and Santo Domingo pueblos, against darkening …
Nothing like: a “you’re stable” report from the good people at Presbyterian oncology, three years out from treatment; a celebratory shredded beef burrito with green chile at the Range afterward; returning home to Cowboy and my books with a view up the camino of thunderheads rising to the north. I will savor those parts of …
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