The birds we feed in front don't stay all year. Because there are lizards, a roadrunner visits sometimes.
There are worms in the compost bins. Some are descendants of worms I bought, from Florida, by mail, but other bigger ones voluntarily come up from the New-Mexico ground into the compost each summer.
For many years, there were three kids growing up here. Many of their friends visited, and ate, and slept. Now they're all off in other houses.
Is there no stability in the world?
I try to be a stable, solid factor, but I'm changing, too. Keith, that father of my children, that friend of so many years, is still here. I will be kind to him while he is, while I can.
photo by Sandra Dodd