It rains here less than in Durango. I do not know the average annual rainfall, but nothing has fallen out of the sky for many weeks. We had a drenching storm the other day that makes everything look so fresh and crisp. The temperatures have cooled to the point that the kids haven't swam for days and I had to put on long pants and a sweater last night. I am not ready to accept the reality that summer may be over. It was a memorable couple of months for me.
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| Morning mist rising |
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| It cleared up just in time to dry the table for a Sunday lunch with more Belgian's |
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| Middle Child picking wild fennel for the wooden horse Trevor made for her. |
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