the flower of a pitahaya plant

I slept in this morning, after a late night of going from bar to bar. I needed the perfect Martini but none to be found in this small town. Earlier in the day we had discovered a new bakery that served wonderful ice cream and pastries. The new owners are direct from...

It seems to rain very heavily every night here in Santa Elena unlike in Cristo Rey. Each morning when I get to the land I check the soil and it is only one to two inches wet. So I had to get the hose out of the truck all three hundred and fifty foot of it and haul it...

Woke up at four- thirty a.m. but it is pouring rain, stayed in bed until the rain stopped which was at seven thirty a.m. Marlene and I got ready and by eight a.m. we were on the land. Planted a row of pineapple suckers, dug the holes for sweet corn but alas we could...

As the sun goes down over Cristo Rey

Was all excited as I jumped out of bed at quarter to five. We were going to the land to plant some of my favorite-fruit trees. Marlene and I had fifteen large holes to dig and plant all the trees before the sun was too hot. Did our usual morning rituals; I was ready...

AS THE CROW SOARS IN BARTON CREEK

ON THE WAY TO BARTON CREEK

It was seven a.m. and we were just getting up. Had breakfast of fresh pineapple, oranges, pitahiya (a deep purple fruit with fine seeds like kiwi) papaya, star fruit and honeydew. By eight a.m. we were on our way to pick up a friend for the trip to Spanish Look Out,...