Yard and Casita Stuff

My friends and family
always wonder what is new
at the "Howlin' Dog Bunkhouse".
Thought I could update
their imaginations!




As the garden took shape
mid-May
and the two or three nights
below freezing
did not kill them;
they stayed warm and huddled
on a sun-warmed
stone and concrete bench.


And now:
Itty-bitty tomatoes on the vines in my garden!



Futon - seating...


Futon - bed!



Thanks, Maggie! Direct trade of chiminea for hammock...
Just have to build a roaring fire some evening!




No more lavender walls - now we have
"toasted waffle"...



Outdoor (human) cafe
near the garden
and the hummingbird cafe.



Krista; so many of your things
now resting in my window
waiting to become sun-drenched still-life paintings.

Very Long Roadtrip

Wow, a month has gone by and I have no idea where I've been...
Except this past weekend!
Carlsbad Caverns National Park near Carlsbad, New Mexico
is about a 5-1/2 to 6-1/2 hour trip from Santa Fe.
Thus the reason we rose, (with our bleary-eyed friend Dianne),
and got on the road at 5 a.m. Saturday morning.



We tried to limit flash photography,
and tended to look more like
deer in headlights
or surprised moles
when facing THAT much light...


If you consider a trip to Carlsbad Caverns,
I highly recommend taking the guided tours.
We were lucky to get tickets (a few weeks in advance!),
to King's Palace and Left Hand Tunnel;
the Left Hand Tunnel is via hand-held candle-powered lanterns
over un-paved various surfaces
a MUST in my opinion.






The other areas we visited were all paved with
safety railings and artificial lights
making them more glorious and awe-inspiring
while viewing each cavern.
Other guided tours are available,
including getting down and dirty
with headlamps, elbow and knee pads
into itty-bitty tiny crawlspaces;
when you exit those tours
you all look like miners.
Maybe next time...
For more information about Carlsbad Canyons...





And don't forget!
Rosewell, New Mexico is along the way...

Shrieking!

Everything is blooming most recklessly;
if it were voices instead of colors,
there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke
from quotegarden.com

Day Two , May, 2010

HB are Back!

Bird feeders are up!
Three varieties of hummingbirds visited last year,
and the year before.
(Including a few rouges who came IN the house!)
How soon before they arrive again...?

Ummm Bread ( and Mariachis!)

A glorious day
at the campus of
Santa Fe Community College
"Bread Making Basics" class,
And an afternoon rain rolls in...






Evening brings an
all-female mariachi band
for a birthday celebration.
Tim & Michelle in town for a few days
in the "City Different"
via New York,
and France!

15th April

Let me tell you how it will be
There's one for you, nineteen for me
Cos I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman

Should five per cent appear too small
Be thankful I don't take it all
Cos I'm the taxman, yeah I'm the taxman

If you drive a car, I'll tax the street
If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat
If you get too cold I'll tax the heat
If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet

Taxman!
Cos I'm the taxman, yeah I'm the taxman

Don't ask me what I want it for
(Aahh Mr. Wilson)
If you don’t want to pay some more
(Taxman! Mister Heath!),
(Aahh Mr. Heath)
Cos I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman

Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes
Cos I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman

And you're working for no one but me
Taxman!

"Taxman" is a song written by George Harrison and released as the opening track on The Beatles' 1966 album Revolver.

PS

They're Coming!

Sculpt Across America

Karen Cope is traveling across North America
teaching sculpture techniques.
She was classically trained at the Florence Academy of Fine Art,
Florence, Italy, and is embarking on a grand adventure
traveling the roads in search of artists
who want to learn about sculpture.
This funny, passionate artist may be traveling to a town near you!



(I've added her blog to my favorites!)
M

OK Again

A few notes about becoming a Feldenkrais Practitioner:
I was enrolled in a Feldenkrais Training Program;
but following some professional differences,
have resigned from one program
and am looking into other programs of study.
Feldenkrais Training Programs
are held all over the world;
but I am limiting my search to areas
where I am fluent in the language
can afford the tuition
can afford lodging or have friends nearby
and am greatly impressed with the instructors.

Although Milan, Italy sounded like fun,
and I've always wanted to travel to Australia.

California
here I come.

NOW I can think about wearing those socks...
M

OK

Still sad
bummed
gray-day
partly cloudy
down-at-the-mouth
dull
down.

But getting better:
Had been enrolled in a 4-year program
and following
differences
have resigned after 2 years.

Now
looking
searching
hoping
talking
checking
sending-out-feelers
getting a gut feeling
composing letters of introduction
and
looking
at California...

I haven't been
since 1966.
Wonder if things have changed much?

I hear it is sunny
too.

I'll let you know.

Sad

Sad
at odd hours and when doing everyday things.
Just sad.
Sadness washes over me,
crashes down around my ears
and I feel like I can't
breathe
think
smile.
Tears fill my eyes;
shopping for groceries
taking a shower
driving down the road
petting the cat
talking with friends
sleeping (!)

I've lost an opportunity
walked away from an education
-have left the building...
for my own sanity.

Sanity is good.
But I'm still
sad.

So when you see me
and see sadness
know...
I'm healing as I cry.