Winds in the San Luis Valley blast between the San Juans and the Sangre de Cristos. Spring winds carry newly turned soil in dust clouds from one side of the valley to the other. Winter’s bitter winds drive drifts against snow fences and mountains. Summer winds ahead of thunderstorms clear the air awakening somnolent crops. Fall winds scatter golden cottonwood and aspen leaves across a blue, blue sky. The oldest trees lean, knowing that resisting the wind is the easiest way to break.
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What a wonderful picture you painted there. You have convinced me. Is it the first or the second turning left along the Rio Grande?
If you come over the mountains from the east or west, it’s at the bottom of the hill. ❤ I wish you could come.
Love that last line. Truth.
Great teachers out here. ❤ I just need to pay attention.
Oh wow. Those trees are gorgeous, but I had not even noticed their gentle bend until I read your words. ❤
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