I woke as usual, running through a silent inventory of body and sky. Is it clear as it almost always is? Are the limbs still working ? Am I ready for this day? The sky seemed gray too late in the morning, after pink should have become blue. I squinted harder, seeing snow. It’s been …
For a moment, I wondered if the neighbor’s barn was on fire. Then — though thick-headed with early-season allergies — I realized maybe something can be said for wind-driven dust, at least in the evening, after a couple of belts of Flonase. And, if you don’t believe me about allergies, here’s a pollen-loaded juniper at …
This morning’s visitors included these guys, and it was especially good to see the larger of the two — the Northern Flicker — in a circumstance other than a startling nighttime encounter on the front porch. The smaller Downy (I think) Woodpecker usually keeps his distance and even seems to prefer bugs on trees to …
Cooper and I are glad to observe slowness of another kind on the eve of a legislative session in Santa Fe. We could see weird clouds forming to the north.
The day began like this.
No Sean Penn. No awkward awards ceremony speeches or tasteless humor. Just blue sky, birds and trees. I did find myself worrying about what BLM might do with the undeveloped open space a few footsteps from my front door but crisp air smoothed my step and now I am back home, turning the page to …
Cooper and I race the sun to the top of the hill, stopping more often than we used to for me to catch my wind and Coop to take it all in. I have been to town for lunch with old friends. Over portions we can’t finish, our conversation dwells on retirement finance, heart disease, …
They ain’t busted me yet on coffee and Coop’s got snow. Maybe this year I’ll figure out whether my Pimpernel coasters with Navajo weavings are supposed to go face up or face down. I really do wish all my family and friends the best of everything, although calendars are not what we’re made of …
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