El olor a humedad y frescura,
el agua repleta de vida…
el reflejo y las sombras…
todo alrededor cambiaba…
y pensar que a unos pasos el desierto y laarena,
ardiente y seco contrasaba con la apacible acequia que esperaba.
Before I begin, I would like to say a bit about the summer this year. For some odd reason everything is off, the sun is hot, the earth is extremely dry, flow of the river, the acequia flows, the yearly monsoons. There is even an infestation of some tiny bean bug and grasshoppers by the millions infiltrating the fields and causing havoc. This year has been one of the most odd years for farming, one to remember as years go by, “do you remember that year..” type of talk.
They say anger causes these changes, the flow of energy is being caught in a type of doldrum that doesn’t let energy flow out.
If you grew up traditional, there wasn’t a TV. If you were a bit lucky, there was a car battery operated TV. However, in those times, even with a TV, you actually had only four channels to choose from. We weren’t allowed to watch the “boob tube” unless everyone was home.
For us kids, it was Gilligan’s Island, then into reruns of the ancient shows like The Little Rascals. I don’t know – maybe everything was a re-run. Although for us who never had a TV to compare to, it was a brand new show. Read More→