Even a little moisture in New Mexico comes with big announcements. And the next day, we start all over again.
Little bit of rain in the morning
Even a little moisture in New Mexico comes with big announcements. And the next day, we start all over again.
Rain wakes me at 7 a.m., the day before Christmas. I decide to read Joan Didion with coffee. She died yesterday. Later I will read Slouching Toward Bethlehem . This morning I choose her essay on Ernest Hemingway, Last Words. There will be fried potatoes and green chile for breakfast. Cowboy ate his kibble and …
I almost forgot June was upon us until wildfires started breaking out like popcorn and a friend had to pass on coming out to Placitas for a bowl of beans. These would seem to be predictable misadventures in what is often New Mexico’s most troublesome month. When my weather app reported an 80 percent chance …
Who knows when we’ll get more? I wanted to wait and look for more photos, but I’ll do this today: yesterday’s storm. I Thunder:
I am reminded that blue birds do fly, now and then.
The weather technicians say it is the start of the monsoon, but I still balk at the New Mexico use of the term. It works when I’m reading Joseph Conrad, but it seems out of place as I gaze at the Pajarito Plateau. Against the grain of my newspaper training, reluctantly using two words instead …
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