Albuquerque


Spotted in downtown Albuquerque yesterday. A sure sign that spring is on its way:

“Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.”

~ Anne Lindbergh

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It was time again yesterday for one of the best parties of  the year.

Some of the coolest cats dogs in Albuquerque were there to celebrate. 

We were all there to recognize the work of some of the top therapists in town.

All of these dogs are volunteers with the pet therapy program at one of our local hospitals.

They provide the best therapy and the most important medicine possible… L-O-V-E.  ♥

After we toured the Mediterranean Conservatory at the Albuquerque Botanical Gardens on Sunday, Don and I headed over to the Desert Conservatory.

What a contrast in humidity, colors and textures.

A Baja fairy duster, named so because its red flowers are shaped like miniature feather dusters.

Don and I visited the Albuquerque Botanical Gardens yesterday for the Winter Fire Colors Flower Show.

The show featured flowers in hot colors from Mediterranean climates.  

There were eye-catching green globes of hanging sedums.

And cyclamens in shades of pinks and purples.

Forest lily.

Chilean bellflower.

 

Albuquerque’s normal average high temperature for Groundhog Day is 51°F.  Our high temperature yesterday was 9 degrees.

The wind chill while we did chores last night was -16°F. Let me tell you, I forgot what cold feels like.

When the Canada geese hunker down, it’s cold.

This is what things looked like at Morning Bray Farm on Tuesday morning.

And this is what things looked like yesterday morning. We’re totally not used to having snow hang around. Cold.

Hence, I was in a complete panic yesterday morning when I saw the boys’ feet. (Carson, thanks for talking me off the ledge! )

Their hooves weren’t even touching the ground!

Try as we might, Don and I couldn’t pick the frozen hoof cakes out of the boys’ feet. And believe me, we tried.

The horrible hoof cakes were a result of the boys walking back and forth between the snow-covered pasture and the corral.

After we closed the gate to the pasture to prevent more accumulation, Don and I were able to pick the boys’ feet clean once things warmed up a bit (to 9 degrees).

This is a perfect example of how the horrible hoof cakes were made. See the layers of snow and corral dirt?

If we made it through last night, we’re golden. The forecast calls for 25°F today and 40°F on Friday. ♥

We can only appreciate the miracle of a sunrise if we have waited in the darkness. 

                                                                                                                    – Author Unknown

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