|Oh, say can you see?|
|Old Tree Down|
The water in my mare’s bucket was frozen this morning. The raucous storm that flooded the Midwest brought some light snow to our mountains; last night the temperature dropped to ten degrees. Typical of spring in New Mexico, this is what John Nichols calls “the annual death of the little blossoms.”
In El Prado I noticed an old dead tree blown down across from the post office, and another with the grass around it burned. I wonder if wind and lightning did that.
Luckily, in our deep valley the apple trees have better sense than to open their buds, so there’s still a chance we might get some fruit this year. (She said cautiously.)
(Photos all by Zander. Thanks, Zander!)