The days seem very short now that I am in my 8th decade. (Can that possibly be true?) Even though it is August, with the autumn equinox yet to come, I keep feeling that I am getting nowhere fast, days whizzing by before I can grasp them, slipping through my fingers like sand. Bernadino and… Continue reading Tempus Fugit – or, is it breakfast time again?
Month: August 2010
Land of Enchantment
The path where I walk in the coolness of early morning runs beside a stream at the bottom of steep banks. It is water diverted from the Rio Grande River, which people who live here use for irrigating their fields. It has been here for so long that carp spawn here in spring, and the water is… Continue reading Land of Enchantment