We went over into the Empiritas yesterday to take pictures and visit our daughter. We bought a couple of trees, dug holes in the rocky soil, and packed it around the root balls. Wish them luck!
We stayed for dinner, grilled steaks, made chocolate chip cookies. It got late, we decided to spend the night. Our daughter gave up her bedroom and we snuggled in under the down comforter ready for sleep. I reached over to turn off the lamp on the nightstand and noticed an open box of twenty-two shells and a rock hammer. Behind the nightstand are a shotgun and a twenty-two rifle. I pointed them out to Martin. “I’m glad to see she’s taking care of herself,” was his reply.
Early this morning working out in the yard together moving rocks I mentioned her arsenal. “Yeah, the rock hammer is my last line of defense,” she says matter of factly.
And that’s life on a remote stretch of the border. But the morning was beautiful, the air was cold, and right now this is where we want to be.