Usually it's morning when we hike/run the dogs/watch while Pinto tries to collect the names of all the rabbits on the mesa. But on this day, just to be different, we went out to the west mesa in the afternoon.
Sunlight flooded the mesa at an angle that happens only this time of year. Warm, low light. The kind of light that leaves me god-awesome struck with the power of nature. I do believe the cacti glowed in this light. I know the desert grasses sang out as I walked by.
The husband was the recipient of a gift....two pieces of prehistoric pottery....which took only nine years for our highly trained eyes to find. (It ain't Colorado, but then we're not comparing....)
Despite our grumbling and discontent, the mesa's been surprisingly good to us.
We're just like peas and carrots out here.