The water main is mended! There is water in the house! I was so exhausted by this excitement that reading/writing were lurching along in a very subdued way by early afternoon, so I took myself off somewhere that (to my quiet shame) I've never been: the Santa Fe Botanical Garden. Truly, it was so peaceful that I could very well have brought my work here and probably have been productive.
I was impressed by its real care for the local plants and environment (who knew that there were so many different kinds of penstemon?) and, most certainly, its care for bees. Incidentally, the bees are very busy today out back at the locust tree blossoms (the allergic effects of which have pretty well succeeded in shutting up my eyes) - their wings beating at 200 beats per second, and emitting their buzz in C.
Here on Museum Hill, they have their own bee baths (I'm sure birds can use them too) with reminders to put stones in them for bees to rest on.
Then the Botanical Gardens, as well as being universally English-Spanish bilingual, give full weight both to Hispanic and to Native cultures, and traditional uses for local plants.
There's a little amphitheatre for presentations of various kinds - there was a docents' training, or such like, in full swing - and then a gateway out onto a small juniper and piñon loop. It was successfully restorative.
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