For the past twenty five years or so, New Mexico has been a winter destination. Luminarias. Piñon fires. Watching snowflakes dance from the sky. Walks on crunchy snow paths. Cappacinos in front of the fireplace.
I’d forgotten how beautiful New Mexico is in the summer.
Instead of a fire, sunflowers.
A morning spent at the Farmer’s Market loving the sights, conversations, and buying food fresh from farms and bakeries for meals later.
A pleasant walk to visit our neighbors, the llamas.
Meals eaten, inside or outside? Outside, please.
Doors and windows. Open.
And flowers. Ah, the flowers! Everywhere.
House of Grace 