As I type this, it's fifty-two degrees (11°C) and the backyard Lift-o-Matic is full of drying laundry. That means nothing on racks by the wood stove. Good. When it's truly cold, nothing on God's earth beats great blistering waves of actual heat from a real fire, but if it's only middling cool like today, I'd [...]
Cold, damp, no wind. Quiet except for a few cows bawling in the valley. The scrunch of walking on wet sand. Smells of sagebrush and wet dirt. Snowed off and on today, sometimes a lot. Yesterday, too. For several days, actually. In the middle of that, we saw a hummingbird, so time to put 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, [...]
This is another view from Sunday. That's Taos Mountain, of course, or Pueblo Peak, which almost no one calls it. Sometimes you see a ring of clouds like that around the mountains in the bitter cold that can develop after a heavy snow. The daytime high stays under freezing. More solar radiation bounces off than [...]
Not ready for this, neither physically or emotionally. But it's a-comin', boys.