The wind did not blow one bit yesterday, which turned out to be a bad thing.
According to the weatherman, dust particles hung on to some moisture in the air, and without any wind
to blow them away, New Mexico looked strangely like southern California.
Lucy: Didn't there used to be a mountain over there?
The desert didn't sound quite right under the haze.
Lucy put her ears into bi-directional alert mode.
Alan: The sky is falling.
Have I ever posted about the mushroom tree? That's what I call this juniper.
George and Alan have carved out a cute little overhang all the way around it.
I think it looks like a mushroom cap.
It's a good place for them to hide from any sort of weather.