It's Sunday morning, the early morning sun's rays have just hit the bank behind the house, bringing the blooming cholla to brilliance. Dachshund's beside me in the recliner, baroque music coming out of the laptop via Pandora and it's peaceful.
Last week seemed to go quickly. One thing we did was catch the "other" Heard Museum, the one in Scottsdale. In addition to the other artwork, I loved this sculpture of a woman and child, with a complementary Navajo rug behind. Unfortunately, I didn't the names of either of the artists.
We did do a little celebrating ... 37th-month anniversary lunch at P.F. Chang's and a great dine-out on the eve of Sandy's last treatment ... at Baskin Robbins!
On Friday, Sandy got her last zap, got the ring the bell that signifies completion of treatment, checked out of the Sleep Inn, where we've been treated so well, and cut a trail out of the Phoenix smog for home.
As we were hauling stuff in from the car, Sandy opened the drapes and called me over ... the cholla we've been watching bud and begin to bloom was in full glory - a brilliant welcome home!
The deer have all come by and we're watching the curve-billed thrashers patiently tend their nest in the cholla. It's hot here, but not like Phoenix, and the air is way better! So far, we've been fairly comfortable just by opening windows and letting the breeze blow through.
Yesterday we took some cards up to the Hearst Gallery in Piños Altos and then looked in on the Blues Festival, one of the two biggest events of the Silver City year. My god, what a crowd!
It's a free concert at Gough Park on the north end of downtown Silver City and there were thousands of people there! And it was hot, so we toured the booths, listened a bit and headed back to the coolness of the house. tv