The bird bath this morning made me think of William Carlos Williams’s poem, The Red Wheelbarrow— and, I thought— so much depends on this blue bird bath, glistening with rain water, under the tan seed heads, dipping into their own reflection.
September was full of reminiscing with friends from high school and graduate school over a weekend trip to Cincinnati. Reunions can bring up such sweet nostalgia— a mixture of warmth and longing…
A riot of colors surrounds the grounds— ripening red tomatoes, delicate dahlias and roses, sunflowers, thistles, lavender, grasses, and fields full of cow pen daisies— bright yellow and waving in the wind!
These vistas of sage and juniper, with running fences, miles of dirt roads and mesas, topped with an ocean of sky— this is what I love about living out in rural New Mexico!