Wacky

To cherish what remains of the Earth 

and to foster its renewal 

is our only legitimate hope of survival.

Wendell Berry

Winter in a nano second. The temperatures have been hot, hot, hot here in Santa Fe, NM, in the 90s. Overnight the temperature plummeted into the 30s as a Canadian air mass moved into New Mexico.

Morning scene from dining room 

looking out to the back yard.

Just yesterday I was admiring the blossoms on the Desert Willow. I do not

remember seeing flowers at this time of the year. Other Desert Willows about the neighborhood are also blooming. Seems the weather is not the only wacky happening.

Predictions for snow in Santa Fe have been the highlight of the weather news for a number of days. With that in mind yesterday I picked all the ripe tomatoes and those almost ripe; otherwise the garden has been left to the elements. Covering all the vegetation just seems a way too big of a project this late in the season. I have just developed a sense of allowing . . . whatever the climate crisis delivers is what it is.

We recently had air conditioning installed along with a new furnace and HEPA air filter. All of the original ducts have been well vacuumed out. So we are now set to BE comfortable in our small pueblo style 1950's Stamm home in spite of the weather conditions outside. The week after the AC was up and operating it was hot, hot, hot outside. Now Arctic air has arrived and temperatures have plummeted. If we old people can figure out the complicated digital thermostat we will be all set.

As we all prepare ourselves for wacky: wacky politics, wacky weather, wacky animal and plant behavior, wacky people and just general wacky-ness, may we