Pictures of my little Halloween pun'kin.
What a nice day for the Day-After-Samhain, or Go-Crazy-on-Candy-Day. The sun is shining, the wind is up, at 10 am - it's supposed to get up to 60 MPH somewhere in the vicinity today - and the margin between fall and winter grows narrower by the day. Better bring in a load of firewood this afternoon. Just took a pot of Whatever-I-Could-Find-in-the-Fridge-Stew off the stove, and with my addition of summer savory and other herbs, it should be very pleasant for dinner, with some toasted Ezekiel bread.
I'm hoping to pick up a little bread making machine in town tomorrow. I want to make homemade rye bread - I have a nice recipe, but can't do the kneading, cause of my shoulder arthritis - so the bread hook in the machine will do the prep work, and then I can pop it into the wood stove to bake. I'm very fond of "The Great British Baking Show"— which airs on Netflix nowadays, tho I first saw it on PBS—but I can't eat all the sugar, butter and flour that most of the recipes have. Drool. Sigh.
Seems clear to me - if we don't learn to love our home, we're going to lose it—or at least access to it, as IT will most likely survive us, if not entirely intact. So the primary goal of this website is to engender curiosity about something in nature—anything, whether it's an amoeba or the oceans. Whatever does it for you —get active, if you can, or get interested and support, if you're like me and are not able or inclined to tromp around in the woods.
I am an artist and writer, living off grid, in a strawbale house on the high mesa near Taos, New Mexico. I have four cats, and live amongst a variety of wildlife including, but not limited to: coyote, pronghorn antelope, elk, endless bunnies and jackrabbits (and myriad other rodents), ravens, mountain bluebirds, rattlesnakes, and tarantula.
The cats stay in, everything else stays out.