of the usual stuff…studio,

Fossil Hill,

studio,

up the Knoll,

and down

to find uninvited visitors waiting to use the bathroom.  Oh well,

oh Aggie; “stay and wait” – we went to Pueblo

for many errands,

a redemptive lunch* at El Girasole

and home via the Interstate,

Redrock Road,

Gardner Butte

and the deck

a day shy of the full moon.

The day preceding said fullness we went 100′ up the Knoll,

took a small afternoon walk in the warm near woods before

setting up for a very fun dinner with Joan and Robert from Mountain Water as well as their and

our near neighbors Mike and Nancy [revels not shown though Nance did bring roses for my birthday and orange wine for Linda]…a most good evening with much news and vino.

It took a quiet next day to unravel from the revels, a day which wrapped ultimately up

with a Mysterious Trailer abandoned on the road and moon’s beginning wanings.

Another cycling; Saturday a straggling struggle up the knoll, even aging Aggie making it, but by

day’s end we all were back on the porch, our dinners

observed by a geriatric dog too timid to brave the steps…

 

*You just have to pick the right stuff…carne asada tacos [or rellenos, not shown] work fine.