Well, the bathroom is finished.
There have been so many improvements made. A room built, a fence, 2 decks and a shed.
Our little desert nest is very comfortable.
I learned how to spin fiber and weave cloth and have even sold some of my work at art fairs. It’s been a very productive few years. I never expected any of it but here we are. I feel like I’ve been on auto pilot in many ways and the “vehicle” has stopped and I am taking a breath and looking around. It’s beautiful here on the edge of the desert. Raw and wild and unforgiving. Summers here can feel like you’re being burned alive so it’s essential to have an escape route for the few weeks where it becomes uninhabitable. I’ve acclimated enough to where 90 is the new 70. I remember when 90 felt like death was imminent. Surprising what one can adapt to.
I marvel at the early desert settlers. It didn’t get as hot back then but it was still brutal. They came and settled. They were a unique few. Marshal South and Cabot Yerxa are two that come to mind. These guys were hardcore lunatics with a vision.
I’m just a hardcore lunatic. With occasional visions.
Planting Along The Verge 