It has been absolutely gorgeous here in New Mexico. The mornings are crisp and clean from evening thunderstorms. I haven’t had to water all week and the ground is moist and pliant allowing me to pluck weeds with ease. Afternoons are warm, sunny, and watching the anvil-shaped, thunderhead clouds roll in is an ominous delight. Prolific lightening strikes create a strobe effect upon the Petroglyphs; it almost looks like moving scenery in flashes of bright light. Only a fool would go out in it but this fool couldn’t take her eyes off it from the safety of a comfy chair in my garage. If it were hotter, it would seem like August but it’s not; it’s only May and these monsoonal-like storms are a spectacular early-season enchantment. Hawa-Pani, Dude!
Everything that I love about New Mexico is happening right now: grower’s markets are popping up everywhere, cool rains soothe the afternoon’s heat, heavy blankets feel good against the chilly, wet air of the evening, green chili never tasted so good and when accompanied by hot, fluffy, honey dripped sopaipillas, well, all you have to do is sip a little Horchata and you know you are definitely not in Kansas (or Illinois) anymore. (Wow. A paragraphical sentence. You don’t see that too often!)
It was about this time last year when we were finalizing buying this house from the angst-filled locale of Chicago. I hadn’t told anyone at work what I was planning and it was extremely difficult to keep my excitement at bay. I’m sure they thought I was just giddy from the new merchandising schematic we would be executing. Au contraire, Mon Frere. I was in the process of going home.
Days like this make it difficult to blog, do the dishes, pick-up dog-doo, etc… All I wanna do is have some fun… I’ve got a feelin’, I’m not the only one. In fact, I can hear the boys cleaning their room in anticipation of getting out of the house and going exploring.
The Rio Grande River is full of water and the Bosque is blossoming. We need to get down there before the thunderstorms roll in and the bugs begin to buzz. I would take the dogs but poor lil’ Mojo has been hackin’ up a lung and still has a warm nose from his kennel cough infection. Unfortunately, he and Lulu will have to stay home but the boys are bustin’ at the chance to run along the river, eat ripe mangoes, scream at jumping Wolf spiders, and fight the Good Knight battle with every stick they find.
Time’s a-wastin’…
Enjoy your weekend.
Filed under: Bosque, New Mexico, Nirvana, Rio Grande River, Sheryl Crowe, thunderstorms
Last night’s storm made me laugh–it was pouring down rain at my school but as I was driving home, as I got just north of Candelaria and Tramway, it was perfectly dry. One house might have been getting a downpour while next door, nothing.
We have had beautiful weather this week. I just hope it lasts–it would be great to have another cooler, wet summer.
It was Crawdad Days here this weekend. Actually make that Day this year. They decided to go with just one day. Anyway, the temps were near 80 with a cool breeze and the crowds were huge (for this little town).
It was perfect. Warm enough to need a snow cone but not so warm that you had to find shade all the time.
I’m worn out.
Have a wonderful day, Natalie. Strange how it feels so much like monsoon season these days, but cooler!
Oh, that sounds so nice and I LOVE a good thunderstorm. But up here it’s likely to spark a wildfire that will last for months. Do you have that problem there?
You make me wish I weren’t in California. Can I come and watch the thunderstorms with you guys?
my view of NM is so limited. when someone says NM i see brown desert. i don’t think of anything lush and growing. what a shame. i should probably visit again with a better eye (or a different time of year).
i’m having a no-work day, too. i want to plant flowers and hang w/ my dog. *sigh* stupid work.
I think I’ve seen one really good storm (winter windstorms aside) with thunder and lightening since moving here. I miss the messy, chaotic mix of systems that used to sweep our way in Alberta. Of course we got tornadoes there too so it wasn’t all good, but it made living larger.
OK, off to write my own paragraphical sentences…I didn’t realize sentences weren’t meant to be paragraphs until now – thx for that paradigm shift, Nat.
I’m stoked for a horsie trip, have to do it, don’t we…my vote is Wyoming though…I’d have to see what the terrain and trail scenery was to be. My first thought of horses made me sniff in deeply – I love the smell of horses…they love the smell of me too – they smell me coming and it brings out their pavlovian bucking tendencies…here comes a scaredy miss. Which is funny because I grew up around horses and I was never scared as a kid around them, whether I was grooming or riding – too bad fear is a learned behavior.
But holy jumping Wolf spiders, Natman, what the heck is a jumping Wolf spider? eeeek.
“…until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard.” Oh wait, maybe that song should have some sort of New Mexico spin to it? Yes. Definitely. If I could only come up with some good lyrics to describe your delightful experience. Cheers to spring!
Natalie! May 19th? Your last post was on May 19th?
Have you been killed and eaten by aliens?
Someone get on the horn to Roswell…
I’m up for Wyoming. Is the offer still open?!
And Natalie…
J O B?!?!
Still have not seen hide nor hair nor mention of where it is and what you will be doing…