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 …
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.
I am lucky man, even with a few clouds.
I think I’ll skip the Trump event in Albuquerque. Ivanka called to invite me, but I’m afraid I might miss something out here in the semi-suburban wilds of Placitas. Like my neighbor Suanne singlehandedly pinning down a meal-swollen rattlesnake with her garage door and then scooting the thing into an empty kitty litter can. She …
