Here's some footage of our on-site manager obliterating our winter garden that took all summer to take hold. It's all trampled now and probably won't bounce back in time to survive the winter. Mints and herbs will now have to be bought as opposed to picked. Reason given? Plants grow back. Yee-haw!
There is no me. There is no you. There is all. There is no you. There is no me. And that is all. A profound acceptance of an enormous pageantry. A haunting certainty that the unifying principle of this universe is love. -- Propagandhi
That is my puddy, Sailor, a pic of a stormy, dusty day taken from the moving car near Lordsburg (a place you never want to visit) - the light was tres weird as NM light often is. Last is the straw bale wall we built around the house with the horno in which you actually bake.