Native plum (Prunus americana) _ Growing up on the Pueblo in Taos we would play in the acequia at my grandfathers house after school. While oblivious of what was going on around me at that point, the aroma of the native plum still bring my back to that place in time. The smell of sweet masa and honey. The abundance of bees and sun. The irrelevance of time and an immense sense of wonder. It was a sign of winters retreat and the beginning of lots of a time spent outside. Every year it’s a treat to watch and smell these resilient trees blossom once again.
The first blossoms of the year on our land.
Learning to hand sheer our sheep
First day as Parciantes flooding our field
Tickets for May are now posted
Tickets for May posted tomorrow at 8am MTN
Our Sonoran white wheat from last year | smoked trout | the first of springs weeds
Crossflower (Chorispora tenella)
Apple blossom | last years native plum blossom | raw honey | wild seeds
Wax currant (Ribes cereuum) _ One of the first to shoot on our property.
Cedar posts garden by us from the mountain behind us, getting ready to be a garden fence.
Going for a walk with our sheep _ @ventureman 📸
Incienso / Brittlebush (Encelia farinosa) _ It’s so nice smelling wildflowers again. It almost seemed they would never return, but like clockwork they do. Going towards California on a short road trip we stopped in the desert to pick Incienso resin, while not from New Mexico, Brittlebush still feels like family and a welcoming reminder to what is to come in our little valley soon.
Yarn spun of wool from our sheep _ From the Mora wool mills, the last of its kind in NM.
The last baby of this spring, Flower, born yesterday on @aftonlove’s birthday. 🌷
Still ruminating on the beautiful video portrait of me by @themakersarchive