Planting Along The Verge

The wind is blowing hard again. And it’s chilly.
I’ve never liked the wind, but today warping my loom in my little back room studio it was sort of soothing having the whooosshh of the wind blow through the tent and the prayer flags outside my window. The weather in the desert always feels so dramatic to me. The vast skies, the gale force winds, the torrential rains and the mind melting heat. It will not be ignored. Like some wrathful mythic God, it will smite you. Real real hard.
But sometimes, like yesterday, it was perfect.

I sat outside under the Mesquite tree and watched the birds working out their nest situation, in between reading my book and gazing at that sky. It was kind of a perfect Sunday.