Time to say good-bye


The temperature has been in the high 90’s and extreme
Heat warnings for a week now so I think it may be time to put the heaters in storage and flow up the electric blanket.


After careful study


After a month of careful intense study I have come to the conclusion that cottontail and jackrabbit do not understand English. Keep out of the mint, don’t eat the prickly pears and stay away from the roses fall on deaf ears.

Channeling Keith Richards

This morning I awoken happy to finally have my washing machine repaired and looking forward to washing clothes.
Clothes are in the machine and will soon need a place to dry. You may remember how the line broke leaving all my wet clothes in the dirt.
So I climb the mesquite tree and start tying on the line.  Bees are very curious and distracted me enough I fell out of the tree my knee connecting with a hard rock.  I am fine a bruse and a bit of stiffness.  All I could think of was Keith richards..being a sensible woman i ran inside to hopefully find I only channeled falling out of a tree not his petrified looks. Assuring myself all was well I checked my knee a small scrape some swelling but not bad at all. I covered it with frankincense oil and ice.
The morning progressed clothes were hung to dry and I drive to the mail box where I open a warrent for my arrest from another state. My name was not correct but just as people interchange jack, jon, john, Juan it still needed to be investigated. I called the justice department who after asking for birthday and other personal information assured me it was not me and they would remove my address from the warrent. 
Well it’s just another day in the high desert.

Saying goodbye


Sometimes saying good-bye and letting go is a good thing.

Yotaki’s Neighborhood

Good Morning Neighbor! Welcome to the neighborhood!

As I stepped out from the yurt the other day I felt as if I walked into a bazaar Mr. Rodger’s neighborhood. Standing atop of the tallest pole, actually a long dead stalk of some kind was my turkey buzzard. He screeched at me which I shall take as,’Hello and all is clear”, message. I walked the path heading slightly in his direction so he showed me his large wing span and chest and then turned to show off a powerful back. “Hello vulture, welcome to the neighborhood.”

This morning looking out through the kitchen window I watched my cottontail nibble on the juicy young grass brought up by the monsoon rains. I have not seen the jackrabbits and wonder if the one with the extra long legs is fruitlessly trying to grow antlers and so become a jackalope this state is so well known for.

Sometimes I question the wisdom of Noah who let rattlesnakes, scorpions, no-see-ums on the ark and left gentle beautiful unicorns to drown. Perhaps this poses the question of what does or doesn’t exist.

I have a cardinal couple swing by each morning and evening. The red color so pour in nature and seldom found replicated.

The Killer Kows seem to have moved down the highway at least according to the police blotter on the final page of the weekly paper.

The lizards are multiplying yet travel alone, while the quail outnumber us all, live in a crowd, and just seem to grow fatter each day.

Butterflies come in all colors from black to yellow and orange the blue have yet to appear but they are all bountiful.

The neighbor’s dogs come to visit, get a treat and play. Although I have never seen them I hear the donkeys bray and the rooster crow.

Sometimes I hear my neighbor practice on the drums and I wish wildly that someone will buy him a metronome. Other than that this really is a lovely neighborhood. So……

Thank you neighbor, good bye and come again tomorrow. Please remember a hat, boots and long pants.


Just a bit of rain and wildflowers abound. How different from humans
whereas society rejects the beautiful wildflowers and exclaims over the thick 1″ green grass lawn exactly the same as one neighbors.
Here to all the wildflowers both human and plant. Proudly displace your unique color





Bad Day at the Alum Can

After a week of wonderful hot water the pilot went out this morning. I had to wait until daylight to light it but I am getting good at it so. About 8 I thought I would take the back off the washer to see why it leaked. After a long struggle finally got the back off checked but did not see any leak. As luck of the day continued. I could not get the back on and the insides moved. It was like trying to push the guts back inside the frog your high school biology teacher made us dissect.
Drove to town for some materials. I decided to take the metal siding off the chicken coop and use it on the alum can to keep out mice and snakes. So I unscrewed it from the chicken coop and dragged 9′ long by 4′ high sheet to the front of the alum can. Pulled out the caulking which blew its container. Wasting what was inside and making the gun useless fur future use. I dug a trough to fit in the sheet metal positioned it tried to screw it into the wall but the screws couldn’t puncture the metal. Piling stones and 2x4s to hold it in place I moved on.
Not sure it was a good idea l got the chain saw and cut up 3 logs. Safely.
The dogs came by for a treat and I sat down to a quick sketch with my watercolors.

Alls well that ends well.

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