May 18, 2019
There it was — the survivor. A family from down in Rocky Ford used to have a cabin up there — really just a parked camping trailer with an addition. They planted a lilac bush on a southwest-facing slope behind it, and they must have picked just the right variety, in the late 1960s or whenever it was.
They stopped coming much after 1998, when the father died. Eventually the adult children sold us those acres, and one tough lilac bush.
Through drought years, blizzards, and total neglect the lilac prevails. This is one of the good years. Among the scent of sun-warmed ponderosa pine — pungent lilac.
May 13, 2019
Wendy, the visiting German wirehaired pointer, is a . . . pointing dog. She is impressive on pheasants, but she cannot pass up a robin in a city park either.
Tonight it was the broad-tailed hummingbirds that earned her concentrated and beady/birdy stare. They. Are. Birds.
Evidently that's how it works.
We are used to "false spring" along the Eastern Slope of the Rockies.
Maybe now, with the last snow melted, this is the real spring, but I am still calling this dish pasta falsa primavera — with fillaree, lamb's quarters (quelite cenizo), clover, and dandelion, all picked within yards of the house.
May 09, 2019
|Colorado Parks and Wildlife photo, as far as I can tell.|
Cats — you can never trust them.