Our Month in New Mexico
A month ago, my sister asked me to help while she was recovering from a fall. Because we live within a few blocks of the Pacific Ocean on California’s central coast, we were not eager to go to the desert of New Mexico. Nevertheless, duty called, and we went. Here are a few photos of our time in Eldorado at Santa Fe.
The entrance to her property displays charming purple weeds.
Nearby houses are far enough away to allow expansive views along the drive.
My sister has a better artistic eye than I, and she welcomes you with a pot of collected tumbleweed at her front door. She collected these in her courtyard, but she tells me they are available for $55/bunch.
The next-door neighbor brought an arrangement of thriving mint from her garden.
A friend arrived with irises from her garden. A thoughtful gift for my recovering sister.
My sister’s home is lovely, and it has a generous portal that runs the length of the house on the west side. Her uninterrupted vista displays acres of seldom-used ranch lands. I heard many birds during the month, but they seldom let me see them long enough to identify them. Except for the mockingbirds. I did see a few of them. I also heard wrens and saw one quail.
New Mexicans rave about their beautiful skies, and their sunsets are spectacular.
