New Mexico Springing
We’re having a real Spring. The air is often cool in the evenings. We can sleep with the windows open. The mornings dawn gentle, orange or pink in the eastern sky, with nary a breeze before it. Afternoon clouds usher in a welcome sprinkle, or rainstorm for the lucky few, while the flowers, what seems like every single plant, are exploding with color, heavy laden in bloom. Reaching to the vibrant sun they seem to express the gratitude I feel. I am not misremembering previous Springs. This is all so not like the New Mexico I know. Monsoon typically begins mid-June (if we’re lucky,) not May, and carries on into September. Predictably, every Spring, flowers make their appearance but carpets of flowers? Fields of yucca? Blankets of Blanket Flower? Not like this year. The Algerita bushes are yellow bombs of sweetness, their tiny blooms full of promises of tiny, red Autumn berries bursting with goodness. My dogs took a moment to smell the first early blooms of...