windthread

i'd talked a while back about how i am.  How i will just walk past things,  day unto day,  month unto month.  Just walk past.  And then suddenly,  i will DO something,  seemingly out of no where.  

This is a prime example and maybe the worst.   The top glass of this window,  my south bedroom window,  has been broken for only the god thing knows how long.  And then i guess about 2 years ago the bottom  glass also broke from being rattled by Wind.  You can see shreds of duct tape hanging where i'd mended it sorta at one point.  InSide the house,  i have thick plastic over this window in the cold times and then rolled up in warm times but just rolled,  so if Wind is in the mood to blow rain around the corner,  i can pull it down and staple gun it to the wall.  

Well, today was The day.  For no known reason.  but i was going into town to get the stuff for the swamp cooler and before i went,  i measured it all,  before the Goats came back there,  early,  because i had to stand on a ladder,  and i don't do that when Goats are around because they get excited by anything different and rub their heads and push eachother and push the thing and i don't want to be ON the thing when it gets shoved,  so early.  And i went to the hardware/lumber supply with a print out pic of the window with the measurements (thank you the functioning HP printer)  so they could know exactly what i'm talking about but they couldn't find their book that has windows to order so i left the pic with them and they will order one on Monday.  So OK and TA DA.

Before i left,  i got an email from Jan the dog trainer.  

At the end of that looooooong hot day yesterday that had nary a single wisp of breeze,  i lie in bed, my head under the afore mentioned rolled up plastic and there was the most elegant of soft breeze wafting through,  and as i lie there being grateful,  i noticed that there was also the smell of smoke so i got up and looked and yes,  down the way there was a red glow.  Standing and watching a while i could see that it was quite a ways down so i just went back to sleep.

Jan's mail told me that she had managed to evacuate all the Goats,  Including, Bless Her Heart,  Sunny Ray.  Them,  the two pigs that are still in yard pens and the horse.  They were all just OK at some friend's place in town.  She did this by loading them all in the stock trailer.  She had to leave the sheep the pasture pigs and chickens.   No electricity there,  the poles burned to ash.  But tomorrow,  they hope to get it up.  Then she will haul everyone back home.  Her place is in the Bosque…the forest that runs either side of the Rio Grande river.  Many places around her were burned.  Her land was spared.

so far

she has the perimeter of her acres bulldozed.  It worked.  Knock on Wood.  Not over yet.  There is Volunteer Fire Personnel .  3 counties came.  And the Socorro Fire Department.  And all the helicopters i heard this morning…for them.  Dropping retardant on homes.  They have saved all homes but many outbuildings gone,  including the large GreenHouse that belongs to Nolena,  an incredible woman who has worked for maybe 15 years to establish an organic farm.

Thunderstorms were forecast for late today,  but none came.  Just Wind,  which fans the fires.  So…we wait.  I am so touched that she took Sunny Ray.  She could have easily left him with the sheep,  to his Fate.  But she took him with the 8 Goats,  does and babies,  the two pigs and the horse.   I look at this and think how we work ON each other.  How,  by becoming Friends,  we take into ourselves things from the other.  I am Grateful.  She said he is fine.  Has his own little temporary space.  Blessings upon Us All.

I took the camera when i went into town thinking i'd take some pics of that area on the way back but when i turned onto the road there,  there were state police and they would not let anyone through that didn't live there so i drove on and a ways away where it was high and i thought i could get a pic of the smoke still rising,  the burnt Bosque

 

put it on telephoto to catch a helicopter with something dangling down from it…and this is what was on the camera when i got home.  

 

 

before i left this morning,  i put a splint on that Eggplant.  She was limp,  but her youngest growth was strong.  Who knows?  maybe,  maybe not.  But keep her upright………….

 

 

this is my neighbor Kenny Bustamante's field.  Chile plants.  When i went into town this morning,  there were two men with hoes,  hoeing weeds between the rows.  It was already hot.  They worked.

When there is the conversation about immigrants,  i see it as something so familiar.  How it is here.  Tell me.  WHO of us i know would hoe this field in Heat?  No one.  None of my children.  No one i know.  But for some,  it means everything.  Everything.  They worked.  I didn't take a pic of them working.  it felt creepy.  But i took this pic of the field when i went to drop off the mouse that made it's way into the tin cat this afternoon.  Too hot to leave it till morning without water,  so i drove it.

So……………all this……………but there's MORE and the MORE is beyond MORE

 

 

The Winter Bitch. 

Jude's Cloth

The Winter Bitch.   She arrived.   

I'd emailed Jude,  not ever imagining that it would be possible,  imagining that She would be long claimed otherwise,  or kept close,  but after so many Lookings,  i emailed.

IF,  IF she is still there,  and IF she can leave,  CAN she come here????????????????

Here she IS.  Winter Bitch in Heat.  On the West Curtain.  

She is for me a Working Cloth.  I want to talk about that more.  But in this moment,  i see Her here and am amazed and am so 

so

so

looking forward to Working with her