In doing my best to blog every day, I find myself at the computer late on Sunday night. Outside the katydids serenade me. In the other room my husband sleeps and it’s very quiet. A time for contemplating.
Last night we had almost three inches of rain and this morning I received a call from Edna Smith Hiller, the protagonist in my book, Fly With The Mourning Dove. She celebrated her 94th birthday in July, and has been moved temporarily into another residence while the government rebuilds the residences at Home Lake, Colorado. This is a veteran’s retirement village where she moved a few years ago, I believe on her 90th birthday, the same time she gave up the keys to her car.
I know how difficult this was for her. It means waiting for others to take her to all the places in her beloved New Mexico which she still yearns to see. Not that long ago she spent most of every summer on the ranch above Tres Piedras at Tusas. No modern conveniences and no one lives there permanently anymore. It’s breathtaking, with the San Juans to the west and the Sangre de Cristos to the east. At nearly 9,000 feet, it literally takes away one’s breath.
I’ve spent time there with her on several occasions and seen the sunsets turn the mountains a blood red for which they were given the name, Blood of Christ Mountains.
I live in a lovely place, the home of my soul, where trees are as green and lush as a rain forest, where the water is crystal clear and the sky a brilliant blue 300 days out of the year. Yet, when we travel to New Mexico and spend time on the stark but exquisite high desert, I know that this too is the home of my soul. How this could be I don’t know, for I spent very little time there growing up. Something ancient and good speaks to me when I walk that land.
Edna tells me that rains have come, so this means the desert will soon bloom, a sight to behold. In churchyards and cemeteries where no grass grows, the cactus will burst into brilliant red blooms, all the more beautiful because of the desert that surrounds them. She said they will bloom just in time for frost to arrive.
That’s enough for tonight. But I made this my 10th blog in August just under the wire.