Northern New Mexican style, my home sits deep in the evergreen foothills of the East Mountains. The juniper trees (bushes, as those out-of-staters like to demean them) and tumble weeds and little Indian Paintbrushes are about all that naturally grows in my corner of the desert—except for rock, of which there is an abundance. From the driveway to the house there is a concrete sidewalk lined with aspen trees and moss rock—native herbs and flowering bushes bloom. Not only are the terracotta stucco and white trim a classic look for the Southwest, but also our wraparound porch is lined by the typical evenly spaced wooden posts. Below the high-pitched metal roof, five vertical double-hung windows catch the morning sun. Breath-taking, the view is extraordinary; the Rocky Mountains punctuate the spacious western sky.
10 months ago
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A picture should come next. :)
Yes. Never take become jaded with regard to that view.
When I change the way I want to say something, I really should change all of it, huh? *facepalm*
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