Winters were hard back in New Hampshire. We would emerge from the long cold snowy months with a feeling that we really survived something.
Here in New Mexico, June is the month to survive. It's a hard one, the hottest of all the months, with wicked temperatures in the late afternoons.
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| I never tire of sunrise reflections in the flooded pecan orchard that surrounds us |
But the mornings are glorious! I treasure any morning when we don't have errands or obligations of one sort or another--any morning when I can get out into the garden really early to poke around, dig a bit, get everything watered, visit with the chickens, and just appreciate our yard and its mountain views.
This morning, while Bill biked around the city, trying to beat the rising temps, I did all my favorite things out in the garden. Now it's afternoon, 104 degrees outside, and we are doing our best to stay still and stay cool. It's a perfect time to share some early morning photos.
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| A late hollyhock bud |
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Beverly Sills, my first iris success and the inspiration for our trip to the iris farm
and the irises that we brought home from there |
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| Iris Cinque Terre |
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| Iris Nigerian Raspberry |
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| Iris Fiery Temper |
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| One of the girls, concentrating on laying her morning egg |
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Don't know if this fellow is an albino or if he just molted and is waiting for his color to come back.
There were two like this hopping around the front yard today. |
