Cowboy wasn’t feeling great this morning but he perked up as any New Mexican would at the sight of spring runoff in lower Las Huertas Creek. The creek ran more often during the lifetimes of my three previous dream ranch dogs, Sadie, Molly and Cooper. Even Orno Creek just below us used to run most …
Cowboy always feels better when we’re out walking in our front yard. I feel better when he feels better.
Recovery room: Neighbor with surgically repaired foot, friendly dog and lousy tv reception came over to watch BBC comedies on the dream ranch tube while spring winds gusted to 50. Cowboy stoic but watchful.
Saturday. Last of the yellow aspen leaves on North Peak and way up Del Agua. Just whisps of clouds with no forecast for rain. Most I’ve seen of Cabezon in a couple of weeks, with wildfire smoke from other states clearing slightly. Drought, smoke and pandemic make some critters grumpy. Others stay busy, looking for …
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 …
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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