Mid October 2015, light breeze, high clouds and 24C.

In August, this happened:

 Then this:

Then this happened, so I spent two lovely weeks in Charlotte with my mom:

In late September, this happened (and in truth, is still happening):

Kino and Hilde spend a lot of time down at the front gate hoping to be dognapped.  Dogs pretty much like life predictable and routine, and that ain't happening around here lately. We've done lots of traveling, together and separately-dogs never included.  They let us know in their own special way, this is not a good thing. (poop, chew, dig, destroy-have I missed anything?)

Meanwhile, life in Mexico keeps on going at it's own pace.  Rainy season is almost over, so the pitahaya season is waning.  Tony planted some in my yard, he thinks they will be producing by next year.  They are such beautiful and delectable fruits.

The jasmine is still blooming it's little heart out:

Our bananas have come, been eaten or frozen, and sadly, gone.

Outside our gates, live is happening, too. This is one of our local tortilla stores.  They'd just gotten their load of corn delivered for the week. That's right.  The week.

Up the street, we stopped at a stoplight right next to this guy's truck loaded to the gills with raw something.  The people were swarming him.  My window was down so I tapped him on the shoulder. "What is it", I asked.  "Chicharron." Raw. Right there piled in the back of the truck.  Delectable.

Those of you in Albuquerque who fed my hummers, I thank you.  They are arriving back down here for the winter all fat and sassy.

Until next time, friends.