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Rocky Mountain Cabin Redux: A Grand, and Project Filled, Summer
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Rocky Mountain Cabin Redux. More than a cabin was lost in the Hayman fire – here's our story of re-creation. Eleven years ago, shortly after falling in love with my now husband, the Hayman fire took the cabin he'd helped his father build in 1963, a cabin that had been a family retreat ever since. It left a huge hole in his life, one which we are now going to fill. A Grand, and Project Filled, Summer. View my complete profile. Lewis's Woodpecker, juvenile. Writing Down the Desert. Thursday, July 25, 2013.
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Rocky Mountain Cabin Redux: October 2010
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Rocky Mountain Cabin Redux. More than a cabin was lost in the Hayman fire – here's our story of re-creation. Eleven years ago, shortly after falling in love with my now husband, the Hayman fire took the cabin he'd helped his father build in 1963, a cabin that had been a family retreat ever since. It left a huge hole in his life, one which we are now going to fill. The End of an Era. Friends Looking Through the Windows. View my complete profile. Lewis's Woodpecker, juvenile. Writing Down the Desert. Wood ...
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Rocky Mountain Cabin Redux: May 2011
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Rocky Mountain Cabin Redux. More than a cabin was lost in the Hayman fire – here's our story of re-creation. Eleven years ago, shortly after falling in love with my now husband, the Hayman fire took the cabin he'd helped his father build in 1963, a cabin that had been a family retreat ever since. It left a huge hole in his life, one which we are now going to fill. View my complete profile. Lewis's Woodpecker, juvenile. Writing Down the Desert. Alluring, but not Quite Enough. Monday, May 23, 2011.
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Writing Down the Desert: April 2010
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Writing Down the Desert. A Life in the Sonoran Southwest. Friday, April 16, 2010. Tribute to a Good Dog. Our sixteen year old retriever mix, Max, reached the end of his earth walk yesterday. He suffered a stroke in the morning and deteriorated during the day. He still knew us and was not in pain, but could not stand or control himself and was clearly distressed. There was effectively no chance of recovery. We were holding him when he was euthanized. Labels: losing a pet. Friday, April 9, 2010. I split my...
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Writing Down the Desert: On Stewardship and Petunias
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Writing Down the Desert. A Life in the Sonoran Southwest. Sunday, January 8, 2012. On Stewardship and Petunias. The Sonoran desert is a unique environment. Many think of it as a place filled with things that are too-tough-to-die, a place with incredibly hardy flora and fauna - wouldn't it have to be? Home, sweet home. Symbiotic relationship between the White-winged Dove and the saguaro. Food and a nesting site for pollination services rendered. Phyrrhuloxia at the feast. A sad and premature end. A beauti...
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Writing Down the Desert: April 2011
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Writing Down the Desert. A Life in the Sonoran Southwest. Thursday, April 14, 2011. The cienega and a majestic cottonwood near Arivaca. One of the wonderful perks of being a docent at the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum. Male Vermillion Flycatcher between snagging flying insects. Male Summer Tanager, just looking red. A few days ago we headed to Arivaca, well south of Tucson, to visit the cienega in the Buenos Aires National Wildlife Refuge. Small flycatcher (not identified). Bell’s Vireo (heard). A rare, a...
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Writing Down the Desert: March 2011
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Writing Down the Desert. A Life in the Sonoran Southwest. Tuesday, March 22, 2011. Cactus wren greeting a new, rain-washed, day. There is nothing like rain in the desert, especially when it is desperately needed, and we are at a time of the year when rain, any rain, is unexpected, and therefore doubly appreciated. A windy day yesterday seemed to hold nothing but desert dust until the smell of rain rode in though an open window. The morning after a cleansing, nourishing rain is a cause for celebration.
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Writing Down the Desert: December 2010
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Writing Down the Desert. A Life in the Sonoran Southwest. Wednesday, December 1, 2010. When the weather cools to that perfect high of around 70, we start seeing hot air balloons more frequently, early in the mornings when the atmosphere is cool enough for their warmed balloon interiors to make a difference and provide the essential lift. Chilly morning hot air ride. We even used a few baseball caps for our larger cactus "heads". We saw hummingbirds zipping under the cover at first light, the sugar water ...
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Writing Down the Desert: Back and Gone Again
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Writing Down the Desert. A Life in the Sonoran Southwest. Monday, December 12, 2011. Back and Gone Again. Old sign in South Tucson. We recently replaced an aged and expiring computer. When they transferred over our data all my pictures from years ago, prior to my beginning this blog, became wonderfully accessible. I wanted to share a few of them with you. They are all reasons I love Tucson and the Sonoran desert. The wonderful old Barrio Viejo market turned B&B where I used to stay. For almost ten years.
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Writing Down the Desert: May 2012
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Writing Down the Desert. A Life in the Sonoran Southwest. Sunday, May 13, 2012. Alluring, but not Quite Enough. The pea flower blooms of one of our indicator legume trees, the Ironwood. Black-headed Grosbeak eyeing the bird bath (he did) from the creosote. Quail eggs in the petunias. Around the cabin. In the meanwhile we'll enjoy our Tucson friends, the early mornings, and our volunteer days at the Desert Museum before saying adios for the duration. Tough love at this time of the year. In the Sonoran Sun.
