This morning the sun came out, a few birds chirped tentatively, and the hummingbirds buzzed me gratefully when I re-hung the feeders.
There has been much flooding in the state, there are downed trees, and my relatives a few towns over have no power. But all are safe, and here in my garden there is no damage.
I have soggy ground, splayed annuals, and the silver maple on the back hill fell apart as silver maples do in any kind of weather, but the fallen limbs did no real harm. I'll have to clean it up, though.
It has certainly been a few weeks of natural oddities. The earthquake in the east was one. The tropical storm here was another.
And while I was away in New Mexico it was stormy and wet there, a real oddity for the dry southwest.
We had rumbly thunderstorms that got snagged in the mountains of Santa Fe and gave us a couple evening's entertainment watching the lightning from safe inside. The rain was steady and heavy, and out there that means flash floods. We could not get to dinner one night as downtown Santa Fe was flooded.
But after the storms, all was stillness and quiet, and our trip was a delight. Six of us in a beautiful house in the mountains. Six of us shopping Indian Market, eating our way through New Mexico, attending an opera (a first for me, I'm such a rube), and cruising the art galleries of Santa Fe as if we could afford anything in them.
Most of Indian Market featured the work of southwest native craftsmen and artists.
|Antique, vintage, or newly fashioned, the turquoise was exquisite|
|Best of show basketry was Passamaquoddy|
Photos are from Examiner.com
Santa Fe Indian Market 2011 - Photo Memories
Teri Greeves, Kiowa artist, was a highlight. Her beaded wall hangings, immense and engrossing, each with a fully developed story behind them, were featured at the Shiprock gallery. A flat photo of the hangings, as I've posted here, does not begin to show you the intensity of the light-catching beads, satiny fabric and textile richness of this art. The hangings were nine feet long, huge and vivid. Mrs. Obama is a fan of her work, and has gifted Teri's beaded handbags to heads of state.
Her beaded cuffs wound up on the wrists of two of our party. Alas, my wrist went home naked.
The market was immense, the exhibitors were friendly and chatty, the wares were beautifully made and expensive (I mean really pricey) and the artwork could take you weeks to appreciate. We just sampled.
We wandered, we ogled, we bought some stuff for our families back home, we went back to our mountain house and drank wine while looking at the mountains. Half of our group did not know the other half before we arrived, and it was so pleasant to learn about each other and make new friends in this beautiful setting.
Thunder and flash floods, earthquakes, tropical storms, even Faust at the opera. All manner of strange experiences for me.
I pray for those that were badly affected in the storms. I know I am lucky to be so unscathed, my garden intact, and everyone I love safe in the stillness after the storm.