First Fire

This is where I go driving now. Can you stand it? It's about 1.5 hours north of here, beyond Ghost Ranch, and another 1000 ft. in elevation. No longer high desert. High something else for the girl from sea level. Ponderosa pines abound. And water! Saturday I drove two different horses, sire and offspring. Very interesting. They look very similar, and it was both instructive and exhilarating — fun pleasure drives along the country roads and concentrated, intricate maneuvers while training in the fields. Wish I could do that every other day. It takes me away from everything, keeps the concentration completely in the moment. Time passes so fast and so satisfyingly.
Sunday saw a fall rain, unusual here, and the temp dropped quite a bit. So of course I had to light the first fire of the season. Read and knit by the fire listening to a CD: The Thirty-Nine Steps. Very different from the movie. For once I like the movie better. And how cozy it was to listen to a book, feel the fire's warmth and knit away. It's time I finished this sweater: made of NM organic yarn I buy at the farmers market, it's for Marg. The shepherd I buy from is most anxious to see the product; so is M.
There is a sweet feral kitty who has adopted my office and the restaurant next door. She has been pretty well tamed by one of the guys there (I really must do an entire post on the restaurant next door — they are extra fab neighbors) who preps during the day. She is the noisiest, most vocal non-Siamese I've ever known. We all feed her and talk to her and are planning a warm nest for her for the winter. And we all have different names for her, of course. An office kitty is just The Best.