Tag: morning walk

Forest River Walk

The Rio Ruidoso was higher than I had ever seen it today on my morning walk. It was running over its banks in several places from the rain that had fallen on the Sierra Blanca, and the water was muddier than I had ever seen it, but it was good to see so much water — a precious commodity in Southern New Mexico.

In May I had looked in vain for the wild sweet peas, but today I found them in abundance on the forest floor, ranging from pale pink to vivid magenta. Ah-h-h.

Wildflowers

Back in the mountains, I took my morning walk in search of wildflowers. It was slim pickings, since the tall grasses along the pathways had been recently mowed. I managed to find the delicate beauties pictured above and below.

Although I had walked this route many times, until this morning I had barely noticed the bird houses that someone crafted and attached to the chain link fence along the path. Each one was carefully placed under a tree to provide shade for a fledgling family.

The occupants had long since flown into the wild blue yonder.

    More Gate(ways)

    Back in April, I wrote about the gates on some historic houses in my area. Pictured above are some modern examples.

    Apparently, I am easily entertained. I never tire of admiring them as I meander on my morning walks. I have heard so many people say they have no artistic talent. And yet, I see it all around me.

    Sheep or Goats?

    A few days ago on our morning walk, my husband and I came across an interesting herd of sheep (we think). At first we thought they were goats, but there was something sheep-like about them. They were doing important work – keeping the weeds at bay under the pecan trees.

    I guess these sheep are a little like people. Sometimes it’s hard to tell which ones are the sheep and which ones are the goats.

    Only God knows.

    Morning Walk

    Pecan groves with mistletoe on the ancient trees along the path

    One good thing has come about from ‘social distancing’. Every morning my husband and I take a walk together, something we never did in the past. This morning we walked along one of the irrigation canals that meander through the nearby pecan groves. Although spring is apparent in our neighborhood, the pecan trees are still dormant. They won’t come into leaf until May. Soon the canals will be filled with water from the Rio Grande River; the gates into the groves will be lifted; and the trees will be flooded with life-giving water.

    Our walk always ends up at the local Post Office. I wait outside while my husband checks our box. We always see someone we know and wave at a distance.