For much of this last trip, we did not have wi-fi or even cell service, so every question about the meaning of a word (palo verde), or how something is made (diesel), had to wait until we returned. I made a list, turned out to be a pretty long one, and we had fun looking everything up when we hit civilization.
My favorite tree in the world has to be the Texas Madrone, the smell is divine, subtle and intoxicating. They are of the azalea family – go figure. The trees were blooming in the Guadalupe Mountains and the fragrance literally stopped me in my tracks every time I passed one hiking. A close second is the Palo Verde which has a delightful airy look to it. Neither of them grow in Colorado. I’m curious to find out if I can procure seeds and grow one of the Palo Verde’s in my sun room. I did bring home some rocks but not nearly as many as I wanted. I could have filled the car – if there hadn’t been a need for camping gear, food, clothes, and a place to sit. The rock hound in my father, also his want of something sweet after a meal, has drifted down to me. His love was petrified wood, mine is landscaping or walls or houses made of rock. We sure saw a lot of those and I love them.
I finished my fire pit project, and then the weather turned to cold and snow, so I’m trying to write, but it is amazing what I have found to do in terms of procrastination. I even brought out the paint to do the french doors to my office. I saw a few snowflakes and I know this is Colorado, and it is totally normal to get snow in April in Colorado, but come on, it was 101degrees on the Rio Grande and this just seems rude. Really, really rude. I want to go back to my vacation.