Coming home. Headin’ to bed. Waking up. Daily bread. Still cold and creaking. But “nothing but blue skies do I see.”
Coming home. Headin’ to bed. Waking up. Daily bread. Still cold and creaking. But “nothing but blue skies do I see.”
House finches stocked up before the storm. It came in fast, right about noon. Some fellows are suited for the weather. Then there are birds of a feather. Some just like to stay inside together. No sunset views tonight. We may be snowed in by first light. Thanks to nmPBS, I made it to Royal …
We are very fortunate at dreamranch, but there are a couple of things on our holiday wish list. More posole. More snow.
I felt like sitting around and drinking coffee, but fresh snow meant it was a Cooper kind of a day. So, after a protracted exchange of glances, we set off in the Sunday snow. He’d had his breakfast. Mine apparently could wait. Not quite like it was in the old days, with Cooper, newly …
When it turns dark and cold out my way, I often think of Coronado parking his expedition two winters in Bernalillo. Fortunately, for Cooper and me, there was a break in the weather Saturday for our evening walk. You could sense the storm coming Friday, although neither cows nor volcanoes looked disturbed. Still, we were …
from 2015 Here’s a sure sign at my house of the season coming: An old Christmas cactus is blooming once again. It’s a relic of a former partner and because I am neither a very good mate nor a plants-inside kind of a guy, it doesn’t get much care. It must like my kitchen, though. …
Busy morning, quiet evening. Quiet … until after dark, when the coyotes came out. Click here for coyotes (and a few disgruntled dogs and coyote echo on down the creek):
Evening path. Fruitful piñon. Orphaned oak. November. Paris on my mind. Trying to get my head around war. Democratic debate tonight. I’ll see what Hillary Clinton has to say. Overlooking the gravel mine and car wrecks at dusk. The mine is encroaching on my home and my Honda is suddenly banged up, but tonight I …
Lonely are the nuts, warming in the sun, winter coming soon. What jays don’t peck, the cones let fall. Buried then for food, or maybe another tree, with shelter and snow, growing a little humor where I like to go.
New snow on the mountain top today and sandhill cranes overhead. If you look real hard in the upper left of my iPhone snapshot, you can see a line of them on their way down to Bosque del Apache. Thanks to Lori for the heads up. Maybe, one of these days, I’ll start packing …
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