Looking out my Backdoor: Haircut day at mi casa

Rainy season has arrived early. Hooray! Hooray! Evening rains revive this parched mountain valley. Trees tilt their sombreros when I walk by.

When one hasn’t seen rain in nine months, the typical gestation period one might think, each raindrop is a birthing. A renewal. New life. Figuratively and literally.

And I laid claim to my Baby Rain, took credit for bringing it about all by myself. I’m human, OK? It may sound silly but it is the way I felt, wet, standing out in the rain, drenched by my baby, laughing.

Gardening is different here in central Mexico. Pruning plants to keep them within bound...