“It’s almost May, she wailed, as heavy blobs of snow came plopping down this morning. Fortunately, it’s not so cold at thirty-nine degrees (4°C), so most of that has melted, and if you look closely, there are at least a few apricot blossoms on the half-dead tree on the left. Meanwhile (and after checking to be sure), I’m told el Norte’s famous Ten Minute Summer™ was spotted briefly leaving Tierra del Fuego and is finally on its way. Good thing I don’t like getting hot and sweaty.
The wood pile is impressive, ain’t it? Too bad that’s just the handle of my splitting maul that’s sticking up. The remaining wood—I’ve given every piece a name—has got to last through June. Tonight I’ll burn “Alfredo” or maybe “Jennifer,” saving “Fremont” for the weekend.
John Hamilton Farr lives in Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A. As New York Times best-selling author James C. Moore tells it, John is “a man attuned to the world who sees it differently than you and I and writes about it with a language and a vision of life that is impossible to ignore.” See .png)