Last night's low was 31.1 degrees F. ( -.5 C).
Yesterday's high was 80.5 F (26.95 C) Snow is forecast for Northern
New Mexico this weekend. My place is just south of the forecasted
snow but who knows.
The frost is on the pumpkin. The trees are
turning. The Russian olives are sadly worn. Grass has stopped
growing and is turning brown. The sandhill cranes are here for the winter
and the hummingbirds are gone. Quail are everywhere but the doves
have departed. Crows are seriously depleted in number and the hawks
that are going to overwinter are sitting on their power poles (man does
provide nature with some good things but I'm sure the hawks would get by without
the poles). Snakes and lizards are asleep. Hairy critters are
getting a little shaggy. My neighbor just finished harvesting beans
and corn (maize) is being chopped into silage throughout the valley.
Soon he'll go Elk hunting and then settle into his barns and sheds and start the
greasing and overhauls of his equipment for next spring. The days grow
short while the night grows long.
As Ezra Pound wrote:
Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An Ague hath my ham.
Frezzeth river, turneth liver,
I'll not quote it all. see page 120 of "Personae" for
the whole poem and then see page 1 of "The Oxford Book of English Verse" edited
by Christopher Ricks for the 13th century poem known as the "Cuccu
Sumer is icumen in-
Lhude sing, cuccu!
Hope rains eternal. (pun intended) And the hummingbirds will
return as the sandhill cranes leave and my neighbor will plant beans and hope
but also work for a good harvest when the hummingbirds leave and the cranes