she arrived just before noon Saturday.
the conversation....Flow. No effort . Stream of Consciousness, circling around, back, around, through and back, around and through. Steady. Even. No effort.
And though we were not able to find any "comfort", this we know:
Who we were is who we are. Who we used to be has held and has become today. and this was good.
and Dana, i DID take the pot away...was just dishing out the mashed potatoes.
it didn't get as brown as i wanted it to but we were hungry and didn't wait. I gave half of it to neighbor Margie, her son and his kids today.
i set the Dragon plate for Hazel
the old Rosebud plate for her Janey.
squash. greenbean french fried onion casserole. a TON of stuffing. salad. like it goes, too much.
Sunday, yesterday, we drove out to the Festival of the Cranes. In the tent of the Office of Archaeological Studies, Museum of New Mexico, there was an incredibly fine woman demonstrating spinning yucca cord for basket making. We spent a Long time with her. Chloe is a basketmaker and they had a lot to exchange. We saw the skeleton of the Sand Hill crane that i love. There was a demonstration of pottery making. Many bone tools...one of which the woman used to prepare the yucca leaf.
We drove the loops through the refuge, S L O W, so so slow. Stopping many times. A lot of time just staring into the distance. In silence. The old huge cottonwoods are golden and their leaves shake like rattles.
my favorite sculpture in the Cactus Garden
and the old shade house that just gets more beauty FULL as years go by
and i knew she said she would need to leave today. But somehow i imagined that to be in the afternoon or evening. I didn't ask, she didn't say. So i imagined spending time today taking pics with the Goats and Tay. But she was up at 5 am and ready to go by 6. Not quite light.
