By the time breakfast was over, the wind had picked up and Don got the new car in the garage just minutes ahead of the next storm.
Hail the size of small marbles rattled off the roof, bouncing like popcorn off the rocks before coating the ground. Then minutes later, the sun came out. I'm not kidding.
One of the sotols became a snow cone writ large ...
holding ample evidence of the storm ...
while a single hailstone floated in the rain gauge ...
And look at this, from yesterday evening's picture walk ...
relics of last year's floods ...
cloaking the fields in gold ...
I'm taking this all as a good omen for a renewed commitment: every day a patch of memory ...
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