Wednesday, September 30, 2026

 An extraordinary three weeks. After a year long drought we had three weeks of rain that filled the river beds, the ditches, flooded roads, brought our Bosque back from the brink and stirred up mushroom spores have been dormant in the soil for decades.

These two fine specimens are growing in my yard!

Suede bolete is an edible but not very good mushroom unlike its delicious cousin the Boletus edulis.

I'm fairly certain this is a variety of White Amanita, an extremely poisonous mushroom.

 

 The Words In Their Sleep

Have you slept the whole summer away here
with the dogs
do you believe in waking,
do you dream that you are somewhere else
do you remember what you meant to say
do you remember the sounds of the voices
you once heard
do you know who you are
do you still speak the old language
are you older than you can say
you who never told the whole story
only what came to mind

 

W.S. Merwin
 

from
Garden Time 

 




pomegranates 

Collards, broccoli and marigolds

tomatoes gone crazy

 
NM Red Delicious apples

 

Tuesday, September 29, 2026

,,,By the light of the moon in the water
I sit in meditation.
A wide Palace of Cold soaking into smooth blue grass,
at midnight I rise, turn suddenly around.
And find the perfect circle of moon in the heart of 
the ripples. 
 
Guido Shushin 
from 
Zen Poems 
 



 

 

Friday, September 25, 2026

Hen by the pomegranate bush. I've let the chickens out of the chicken yard to help me with the weed explosion with all the rain we've had in two weeks! 


Pear tree offers rotting fruit and bugs

A roadrunner wanting to make friends with the girls.


 

 In the Moutain

Yellow chrysanthemums and green bamboo,
they don't belong to others.
Bright moon and clear breeze
are not for the sphere of the senses.
They're all treasures
of my house -
Fetch them home freely
use them, get to know them!

 Paegun
from
Zen Poems 

 

 

 

 This morning's mountain walk. Setting full harvest moon.





 

Sunday, September 20, 2026


The years that lie behind you, with all their struggles and pains, will in time be remembered only as the way that led to your new life.

Henri J. M. Nouwen 

 


Dawn from Placitas Open Space

 

Friday, September 18, 2026

I love the joys of the moutains
wandering completely free
feeding a crippled body another day
thinking thoughts that go nowhere
sometime I open an old sutra
more often I climb a stone tower
and peer down a thousand foot cliff
or up where clouds curl around
where the windblown winter moon
looks like a lone-flying crane.

COLD MOUNTAIN
From
The Collected Song of Cold Mountain