It happens fast at 7,000 feet.
This morning the clouds are hanging low over the mountains. There’s actually an overcast. It rained last night, and the temperature outside is barely 60 degrees. There’s fire-building in my future, though it seems we’ve hardly had a summer. I see a flurry of activity as migrating hummingbirds crowd the feeders. The chamisa is blooming, bright sweet yellow flowers everywhere, with lots of bees. Roadside vendors have sweet peas for sale.
Tomorrow I’ll look up and see the aspen on the mountains turning yellow too. Noooo, not yet! I’ve hardly even sweated, only one day I remember when I had to change my shirt. “At least” it’s beautiful. Stunning, really, as always.
I’m free and healthy and 63. Stand by, as always, for new developments. The Taos Podcast is coming soon.
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