Countdown Begins

So this is the home stretch.

"Home" referring to what we carry within, for we have been residence-challenged since making the great SW sojourn.

Finally admitting to self this place never "had a good smell" as a recently passed friend used to say. He was right. Our hearts have never been in this barren moon-state. No matter, this too shall pass.

There's a lot to the smell test, even if not literally. But in this case, literal is true, too. The smell of coyote piss, skunk spray, dust-bowl pathogens swirling in our faces....will not be missed..

And the spiritual side (not woo-woo granola) is sorely lacking here too. There's a reason roots are shallow here...no life-supporting moisture or sustenance. And we are well aware of the opposite-ness of climate to which we are heading. Fine by us. Rain trumps Death Valley heat any time.


I can smell the roses already.