Whoa, look out! It’s spring in the terrible high desert. In the impressive drought we’re enduring, the water might not flow beyond a month instead of until November (?) like it usually does. When the ditch first starts running, you feel this crazy electricity in the air.
We hang our clothes to dry just a few feet from this spot. This is what one looks at while going hippity-hop so the ants don’t bite. It figures there’d be more of them down where it’s a little wet, right? After all, New Mexico is the only place I’ve ever lived where you can put out a dish of water for the cat and find it mobbed by big red ants like it was honey.