This morning’s wildfire smoke started me thinking about our last big snow. It was December 2006 and it was a whopper for the upper Middle Rio Grande. A record-setting 11.3 inches landed on the airport in Albuquerque. We got close to a couple of feet up here in Placitas. That is my late dog Cooper …
My sisters use the word “scratchy” to refer to mild irritability. I often find myself scratchy in June and I blame it on the weather. Here’s a note I wrote on the morning of June 1, grateful for coffee gifts, old and new, but grumpy about the atmosphere. : Saturday morning: Thank you, Hope and …
Tantalizing but distant. I am a little consoled by familiarity with high desert oddness. Placitas, New Mexico, gets an average of 11 inches of rain a year. A place I used to live, at the foot of Mt. Tom, north of Bishop, California, in the Owens Valley, gets about 5. Both places lie at the …
First thing I do in the morning is check the sky. In New Mexico, it is almost always sharply clear and strikingly blue. Next, I go to the newspapers. The view is not so good here. In the headlines, I quickly see New Mexico’s underbelly — so soon after taking in the sky. Today, on …
