Category: Cold

No Timku Tuesday…

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…just a plain poem

Out in darkness, 6 AM
Bright stars shine like twilight’s frost
Shadows move among the trees

Down paths familiar all looks the same
Until a wormhole opens
Do we dare pass through?

Unfamiliar paths winds through broken branches
Grabbing clothes, scratching skin
Elms felled by beavers block the way

Another trail, a tale be told
Finding cranes in all the new places
Shallows wrapped by misty spaces

Path splits! Why? Indicision’s wrath
Left or right? Which one to take
Will one or the other lead to Destiny or Doom?

Tree lies along the trail with a broken back
Sinuous tree, sympathetic, perhaps, lies on the other side
How many feet pass by?

Fog rises off the river
Cranes stand together like Hydra in the mist
Rolling through the tangled trees and brush

Fog consumes the bosque
Rising sun tries to vanquish mist
A hard battle fought

Sunrise overcomes fog’s faux-iron grip
Long beams light crane’s field
Happy to be set free

Dusk

Happy Crane Dance

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The Big Dipper at 4:50 am this morning

Jake got me up to go out and hang out with Chupacabra and La Llorona in the wee hours of the morning. I got photos of the morning stars.

The Big Dipper, Orion’s Belt and Stars! Whoopee!

Dawn

Wow! Dawn makes me jump for joy!

Those colors are worth a bow

Black Cat Break

All right! A Black Cat Break!

Jake got stuck in the mosquito netting on his way out to watch the sunset.

Poor Jake! We’re jumping for him!

Woo Hoo! Look at those beautiful cranes in flight.

The Mountains are so beautiful! Look at all those towers!

Such pretty golds and oranges at dusk!

Hard Frost

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When Jake and I left for our walk at 6:45 a.m., the temperature was 25º F (-3.9º C). When we got back home 55 minutes later, the temperature had dropped to 24º F (-4.4º C). We had been getting light frost for the past two weeks. This morning was the first hard frost.

Marble trying to warm herself in the cold sunrise

Our Burning Bush

Jake under half moon at sunset

Spunk lying on my lap in front of the fireplace in the library

Ducks In The Mist

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Dawn

Wet dog at dawn

Jake and I went out at daybreak to open the irrigation gate. While I was cleaning out the ditches as the water flowed in, Jake got all wet romping around in the cool early morning wetness. There was enough rain up north over the past week to raise the water level in the river enough to irrigate.

Sunflower: “Jake! You are such a silly dog!’

Ducks in the mist

After I got all the leaves out of the ditches, Jake and I went on a walk to the river and saw ducks in the mist.

More ducks in the mist

Mist sans ducks

Rio Grande and Sandias at dawn

Glenda

Jake was worn out after romping around, getting all wet, and watering all the tumbleweeds on the way to and from the river.

Veteran’s Honor

Marble snuggled in with Laurie while Laurie was sitting on the couch, reading.

Sunset

7º @ 7:00

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I remember being outside one morning at the end of January when the temperature was 7º F (-13.8 C) at 7:00 a.m. I was wishing for summer heat. Now that the summer heat is here, I started thinking about that cold morning in January, and the song I wrote about it.