The Desert
The leaves have all dropped off the trees, and cover my lawn like a thick brown blanket that rustles when Tasha walks through them. Through the empty tree branches, I can see Boulder Mountain. There has been snow on the north face for about a month now, a sure sign winter is working its way to Torrey. Weary of its arrival I broke down and began stock piling firewood on my porch a few weeks ago. Lucky I did as I needed some this morning. The morning sun has yet to find a clear spot in the eastern sky to shine through my big glass doors and warm up the kitchen where the coffee pot is. Until it does I will only make quick excursions down the stairs into the meat locker temperature to fill my cup.
A herd of about 20 deer was out in my orchard last night, I could hear them rooting around in the leaves searching for fallen fruit, they kept me awake for wile as my yard light kept turning on and off. I do go check on them from time to time, and they have learned not to be afraid of me, as I am not a threat. I enjoy knowing they feel they can come around, kinda like having pets you don’t have to care for all that much.
I keep thinking about a trip to the desert. It is a place I like to go when it gets cold. The desolation is almost inviting, something solitaire about it that fits my mood on cold windy days. As for now I think I will just slip down into the meat locker for another cup of coffee.
Adus
A herd of about 20 deer was out in my orchard last night, I could hear them rooting around in the leaves searching for fallen fruit, they kept me awake for wile as my yard light kept turning on and off. I do go check on them from time to time, and they have learned not to be afraid of me, as I am not a threat. I enjoy knowing they feel they can come around, kinda like having pets you don’t have to care for all that much.
I keep thinking about a trip to the desert. It is a place I like to go when it gets cold. The desolation is almost inviting, something solitaire about it that fits my mood on cold windy days. As for now I think I will just slip down into the meat locker for another cup of coffee.
Adus
Caineville, Factory Butte
posted by Poecat at 8:09 AM
2 Comments:
Haunting photo. Deer coming into feed. That's an ancient childhood memory, too. But I don't miss those cold houses with no central heating. I always had bursitis. And I moved to Arizona because the desert heat warmed all the inflammation out of my bones, but air conditioning brings it back!
Wonderful pictures of the San Juan River, the Sandy Ranch, and Factory Butte. Where is Cowboy Cave? Your photos are worth lingering to watch. I enjoyed every minute!
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