Mainly, it’s so damn lush. I haven’t seen it like this in any of the sixteen years we’ve been here. Everything in the photo except the blue flax flowers is just the natural stuff. There’s tall, sturdy grass with waist-high seed heads all around the house. I love the way it looks waving in the breeze. The changes in the plants themselves, their bigger leaves, how high they grow, are fascinating. This is quite a change from years of brown and dusty, you understand. The vistas are actually green. The acequias are running high. The utterly clean air, deep blue sky, and sharp white clouds say anything is possible, go out and do it. It’s like recovering from being crippled in your soul.