My mother, Rahel and I are on a road trip through
We decided to have dinner in
In setting out to find the house, we had only vague directions - there was no address, but we were told to look for an ornate gate and an adobe house.
We found the gate and realized that it was hung before the drive leading to our old house, the house entirely designed and built by my father and mother! Some subsequent owner had plastered our house with adobe, turned our greenhouse into a living room, and added another bedroom, but the house felt largely the same.
This is the mesa, a Paleoindian site on our old property.
We used to buy live Christmas trees and plant them in the front yard after the holidays, these are now huge trees. This was a sapling planted by my mother 20-something years ago.
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