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Shelley’s Blog

Back home from Las Cruces to Vega, Texas in time to see the last iris in my front yard.  I miss the cycle of flowers now that I live part of the wholesale nba jerseys year in New Mexico.  Beginning with the first crocuses through the daffodils and tulips to iris, wild roses, day lilies, and varieties of roses and finally xeriscape plants, the old yard reveals its previous owners love who planted perennials, beginning in 1920 when the house was built.  They’ve...

  Thinking today about the original title for the memoir, “A Habit of Landscape.” The title was gently nudged aside by editors at University of Oklahoma Press for the more precise and seemingly rooted, “Walking the Llano.” I did walk the llano, at least a tiny bit of it, but as I write in the Superstitions memoir, it was in a effort to be more deeply rooted, to more deeply inhabit a place. Habit and habitat share a root themselves: “it dwells.” wholesale nfl jerseys Maybe I’ll use that...