The Weekend - So Far

We slept with the windows open last night rather than the roar of the air-conditioner. I love it when we are able to do that. It reminds me of the mountains where we did not even have an air-conditioner. I could just open up windows and doors and let the breeze flow through the house. By this time of year in the mountains, you can smell fall in the air. The mornings are cool and crisp with the days heating up to perfection. It is times like this when I really miss my house in Questa. I had large 5’x6’ windows on the east, south, and west sides of my large living-room/kitchen with satillo tile floor. I could sit and drink my coffee and look out at the mountains and watch the hummingbirds fight over the feeder by the kitchen window. The honey-bees would be swarming the golden rod and the sage. The view to the west was looking out over the Rio Grande Valley with San Antonio and Ute Mountains across from where our house set in the pinon trees on the Sangre de Cristo side of the mountain. Some mornings this time of year, we would need to start a fire in the wood-stove, but usually the sun streaming in the large windows heated the satillo soon enough. Now, I have made myself homesick.