NOMAD DREAMING

There's perfume burning in the air/Bits of beauty everywhere… Anjani Thomas A brindled blue mystery of an Iris Germanica opened her first bud today on the heels of at least three weeks of purple splendor on all sides. This understated lady was purchased two seasons ago as Coyote Ugly, promising a lush and lovely peach and scarlet dramatic confection. I did get an offer of replacement from the seller when I showed them pictures of who I got, but with no Coyote Ugly available

…in March I will be rested, caught up and human…” Sylvia Plath, in a letter to her mother, Aurelia, February 1953. The best laid plans and all that. It’s been a merciless march in so many ways. As is my habit, Equinox sunrise found me at double bladed paddle church service at Lake Caballo with a kayak. Of course. It was a long portage over ankle twisting rocks to find the water. Water which was in a lumpy, bumpy, grey green sullen mood, a belly starved of snow melt by the dro

This week Janis truck and I visited a nearby compost factory, or what most would refer to as a horse farm. Under a blazing (hot even for this desert at this time of year) sun I shoveled beautiful soil enhancing nutrients into totes. Hunter, the canine overlord supervised somewhat timidly from his allotted piece of shade. Gordy, one of the rather well rounded factory workers, was only interested in possibility of edible opportunities, as his girth testifies. This sweet fat equ

Striving to shake the freezing grip of dread (cold is so not my thing), in late January I took a little roadtrip trip into the northern interior of enchantment. It’s was lots of things. Including a visit to Millicent Roger’s Art Museum in Taos. Where I spent some time with Quilted Survivance the Susan Hudson and Navajo Quilt Project exhibition of fabric art called quilts , but probably these cloth creations are never going to drape a bed or keep a body warm. Beyond, of cou