Now that is one very happy willow tree. Imagine having your roots growing close to an irrigation ditch all your life—talk about a metaphor! It’s a significant thing here in the terrible high desert when the mayordomos open the gates and let the water through. The surroundings become electrified and alive—more than anything else, this [...]
Taos
Forging ahead here, doing what must be done! Yes, I took that picture about two hours ago. Even though this is April 1 and no one can be trusted, I swear that’s the real deal, deposited overnight. It can start being spring whenever it wants to, as far as I’m concerned, but no one ever [...]
It was very quiet on the hillside here this afternoon—no resurrections, no rising from the dead. We walked easily around the fenced-off water towers in the wrong shoes, picked our way through sage and cactus, and marveled at the view.
That’s what it looks like in northern Taos County, with southern Colorado about ten minutes away. Take extra care up here. It’s baseball-bat-to-the-head bizarre. There’s an alligator farm just up the road. The gators live in pools fed by geothermally heated artesian wells. Free hot water! What else would you do with it, right? The [...]
Days like this make me re-evaluate my wood heat strategy. Whatever warm stretch blesses us in late winter or early spring gives me the notion we can make it until summer, but I always need to buy more wood—precisely when almost no one has any to sell! (These old adobes, man, I tell you…) Anyway, [...]