The dance 

3 Sep

The sky is falling. I feel her brush against my cheek, a soft glance of wispy tendrils, moist and cool. The contrast of defiant sun bounces off the lawn, now rich emerald after the rain. Weather gods tousle on the mountain ridges, grey draperies wrap through the trees, inch along the corn. Like heavy train exhaust blasting through the gate railings, clouds race along the ground. To caress the green stems that minutes before had vibrated in sunlight. Would man assume such precision and grace, a ballet of sun and fog, forcing songs of joy from the chests of feathered spectators in the trees.


21 Aug

Living in the Sky

After the rains

20 Aug

We have had a few days of drizzle or showers or torrential rain. It is very welcome after an unusually dry summer. The puffed clouds share the sky with the sun this morning. 

Sunflowers absorb the warm rays.  Hilltops turn emerald.

What an incredible view while I enjoy my morning coffee!

Sharing the view from here

19 May

  Violets are …hmmm, not really purple. I believe violet! 

Roses are red. The sky is blue. Rosemary spreads its branches. 

A peregrine falcon surveys from the magnolia tree. 

 And the moon drifts into the rosy clouds of dawn.  Another perfect day. 

Stone Wall Completed

17 Apr

A few days after I posted the beginning of the wall construction, it was completed. My good neighbors are excellent stone masons.  I believe the wall will be here long after I have departed. I smile every time I see it as I walk across the bridge to my hacienda. 



Stone Wall

4 Mar

7:00 a.m. The sun is glancing between the mountains. Rocks rattle, men’s voices and laughter slip through the window of my bedroom.   

 This property has an arroyo with a creek bordering the southern side. The bank has given way on a section, a new retaining wall is required. Two local men have taken on this backbreaking work. With picks, shovels, cement, rocks and sweat, the base is laid.  
  More later…

Coffee Harvest

3 Mar

Neighbors place freshly picked coffee beans on stretched tarps to dry. My one coffee bush produces about 1 kilo of yellow beans. This I trade with the coffee roaster at La Quinta for freshly roasted coffee. Red and yellow beans are produced on separate bushes. I wonder if there is a taste difference?

  Once the beans are harvested, the garden gets a well deserved drink. The days are warm. 
  Another lovely morning. Enjoy your day.    


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