|December morning over the pecan orchard|
I just want to say that I really do believe that good things happen to good people. Eventually.
Our friends, Pat and Mary, live in Massachusetts. They would like to retire to Las Cruces and have been trying to make their Las Cruces dream a reality for well over a year and a half now. It was tough enough in a difficult real estate market to sell their home, but it seemed that everything that could possibly go wrong did. The well failed and had to be replaced. The septic system, ditto. When we all thought no other bad thing could happen, they had an old underground oil tank removed and--who could ever have predicted this one--a long-standing oil leak was discovered that turned their beloved homestead of many years into an environmental hazardous waste site.
Now these are good people, I want you to know. They deserved none of this stuff. Throughout the whole experience, they smiled and they prayed and they gritted their teeth and they still hoped to move to Las Cruces one day. The problem was that the dream was starting to fade and to turn into a distant wish...
Finally, miracle of miracles, all the stars aligned and everything fell into place, and they are planning to be on their way in mid-November. We are so excited. They will have Thanksgiving in New Mexico! They will experience the beauty of Christmas in Old Mesilla, with all the songs in Spanish and English, and the drumming rhythms of the old Pueblo dances, and the luminarias lighting the way. They will be able to smell the cold desert air and the fragrant piñon fires. They will finally stand out in the freezing high desert night and see more stars than they ever thought possible.
I am so thrilled for them that I have put a little counter down on the left side of this blog, counting down the days until their arrival and our reunion with our friends. Bienvenidos, Pat and Mary!
|Old Mesilla Plaza on Christmas Eve|