Once upon a time, I was a little kid (really!) running around the mesas and arroyos in northern New Mexico. All my childhood memories smell like chamisa, taste like green chile, and are encircled by the most brilliant blue. Even though I haven't lived there in over a decade, I still get homesick for it sometimes. Especially in the fall.
The fall in New Mexico is when the mountains turn yellow and shimmery all at once, and the air is crisp and people roast their chiles outside. There's just nothing else like it.
So you can't even imagine my delight, Peanuts, when I got to take Little One, just before Her birthday, to the little pueblo where my dad, baby sister, uncle, and nana live. It was heaven! Partly because nana fixed all my favorite Mexican food! Partly because
we got to see so many of our favorite people at once. And partly because I got to share with Little One the joys of purple asters, tubleweeds, and a sky that fills with stars at night.I also consider the trip to have been educational. I'm trying to teach Little One Her colors. Now that She's seen a Santa Fe sky, She'll be able to know what blue really is.
There were lots of good stories. But sometimes pictures are more fun.
If you don't build onto this essay and submit to New Mexico Highways, I'll do it myself! Photos included. Trust me, you could easily write for magazines. Please don't delete me!
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