Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Some days I wave.


 
We are starting to get into a rhythm here at the ranch.
Christian drives the girls into town each weekday at 5:30 a.m. to be at seminary.
I stay in dreamland with the three younger as long as I can.
But usually I am up around 6:45 to run.  I slip out quietly as my littles sleep.
At Fox Hill in Utah, the mountains were behind my 
house and the sun hid behind them
 making exercising nice at most normal hours of the morning. 
(I have to say, I do miss my daily hikes to the Y).
Here in New Mexico the sun is up and the blue sky stretches 
on for miles and miles.  The train rumbles in the distance and every morning
around 7:15, a small plane zips over the ranch property.
I'm thinking its a courier plane coming from Albuquerque
going somewhere... some days I wave.
The classic New Mexico clouds start forming around 11:00 a.m.,
 then in the afternoon typically after lunch, those puffy clouds turn dark 
and a nice rainstorm falls; usually a downpour for a several minutes. 
Then the clouds float away as fast as they came in 
to open up to a magnificent sunset to end our day.  
It's really lovely.


This morning when the girls got home from seminary, 
Jane went back to bed for an hour while Claire and I 
He spends hours and days in the Spring getting this colorful garden in, 
and it is designed to produce the most beautiful and delicious bounty.


Nicholas must have caught (and released) about 50 grasshoppers this afternoon 
 when a downpour caught him in the middle of the field.
I was swinging on the porch with Lottie and the ranch cat "Kevin".
Then it hit me as I was watching him run back to the ranch house,
with rain dripping off his yellow hair: we made the right move coming here.  
We miss home, we ache for the ease of life, and for our family, and friends.  
But life here is unique and grand, and my children are only young once.
Oh, I did see a snake slithering in the marigolds.  
I don't really like that much.