It's been a great year for wildflowers and prarie blossoms. The fields are showing a lovely array. But you may have already noticed an array of a very differnt kind of blossom on the horizon known as the VLA.
No doubt an individual of a very large imagination to match came up with the catchy name. . . . (Insert wry little smile here. . . yuk, yuk.)
These strategically placed satellite dishes are part of an enormous radio telescope aimed at the stars. Just seeing what's out there . . .
And out off of NM Highway 52 we are doing the same. . . . The air and light are telling us that the days are getting shorter and to waste no time.
This field mint grows in the rain fed gullys along country roads. Much taller than when we visited a month ago, and blessing the lonely landscape with its lovely lavender hue.
A local resident wanders over too, calling out in friendly curiosity. Even the long shadows are turning the hills to purple at the end of day.
I was hoping the fields of white prickly poppies would still be here. So thorny that the deer and cattle leave them alone to adorn the hills. (Take it from me. You probably have to be a little prickly to thrive in the desert! chuckle, chuckle. . . .)
I have no idea of its name, but I call this our version of Queen Anne's Lace or Baby's Breath.
Also found in pale pink. I was so absorbed with the landscape that I didn't even think to bring some home. . . .
Why is it that old post boxes hold so much romance for me?
Especially when there seems to be so much friendly company!
I would stay and visit, but it's time that I got to wandering on back home. . . .
Hasta la vista. baby!
So nice to have you along for the ride!
I'll be getting back to visiting with you just as soon as I can make myself get back inside!
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