Plucking strings on my Dad's old guitar. Ol' Kay was given to me when his hands hurt and he felt he could no longer play it. Soon after that, he found himself with a brand new guitar! Guitar Whitey is on the back porch singing the blues. And that ain't bad.
Sherpa and Skye found the best spot in the house. The sun spot.
I like to keep a big stack of books around, a variety pile. My mood is ever changing. I have to say, my favorite one of these is THE MEADOW by James Galvin. My dear friend Nikki gave it to me. She knows exactly what I like. The story takes place in the arid mountains that border Colorado and Wyoming. (So, naturally I'm hooked). It's a story about Lyle and App and Clara and Ray and ranching life. It's a contemplation and a study on an old meadow, paying close attention to the weather, the wild animals that visit, the isolation and this land that takes hold of them. We learn the history of the meadow, of the people before them 100 years ago, of the harsh reality and struggles of living so far away from everything. The sky, the tall prairie grasses, the horses they ride, the deer they see while checking on the irrigation. The ones who live there and would never think of leaving. It's a story of intimacy and passion and wild remoteness. Galvin has written a beautiful book.
If you've not seen this exclusive Showtime special, you are missing out. It will lift your spirit with song. It's the best!
I've been scrambling around here.
And planning a trip to there. ^^ Chaco canyon. And I can't wait.
But for now, I like to just sit and stare at the sky.
And wait for the Robins to come.