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Occasionally I wandered in where I was not wanted and gave truthful answers.
Sometimes I even did it deliberately. A little disruption now can prevent disaster later.

Greet the dawn

This is the second day of the dark moon, and of course the solstice and Suncrest are coming up fast.

After greeting the dawn, I shared strawberries with a raven and talked some about the weather.

It’s been a cooler year so far. I don’t think it’s hit 90 yet, which for June in my bit of Arizona is pretty unusual. I don’t think it’s anyone’s fault, I just think the weather goes in cycles and isn’t exactly the same year to year.

That would be boring.

I wish I could have shared those strawberries with you. Usually they’ve petered out by this time of year but not this year. The raven and I approve, the strawberries are still sweet.

The tomatoes, however, are just beginning to ripen.

I think the raven is more attracted to the food I throw him then what is growing on the vine. There are other birds that do that. The
raven really is a handsome bird, you know. I never saw them much when I lived in Phoenix. Here in the high desert, it’s hard to miss them.

Or their opinions.

I haven’t decided what I am going to do for Suncrest this year. It may be a short road trip with a companion.

There is a short trail at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon that leads to the longer, serious trail well down into the canyon. Partway down the short trail there is a room with an open air window and a bench, built just under the Grand Canyon Lodge. That is one of the most spectacular places in Arizona to watch the sunrise on the summer solstice..

And yet there’s a spot in Monument Valley that puts it to shame. You can only get there in a car if it’s not raining.

There’s still something to be said for my roof too.

The secret of watching a solstice sunrise is not to watch the East. It’s watching the North or South as the sunlight slowly kisses and moves across the landscape.

I am a child of the desert, winterborn in Ganado. The sun and the sandstone live in my dreams. I feel the desert winds singing in my blood. I am what happens when Louisiana farming stock takes root on the lands of the Diné.

Father Sun and Mother Earth. One of the oldest tales on the planet. And I get to see it every year.

Pardon me, I think I will go call a certain lady.




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