Mountains and Pecan Groves

I am thoroughly convinced that I will mention the weather in a complimentary fashion for the remainder of my stay here. Even when it rains, it is truly refreshing. The humidity of the rain only lingers for about an hour. No rain canopy here.

Regarding the title, there’s a part of town where there’s an open field where some development might go up. From this vantage point, you can see pecan groves for what may be miles and you can see the range of mountains that are probably 50-60 miles off. It’s a pretty spectacular view. And, about the pecan groves, I’ve been told that the arid climate is ideal for the pecan trees, which are prone to disease in places with less dry climates. It’s a paradox, though, because the trees require a lot of water in this desert climate, but they need the dry air to ward off disease. So, in Southeastern New Mexico (Roswell in particular), I come across many pecan groves that stretch way across this huge horizon.

I’m currently listening to John Mayer’s “Where The Light Is.” I’ve been an avid John fan from his early days–and I’ve enjoyed watching him grow into new projects while still embracing his acoustic/pop roots. He has matured nicely just as my tastes in music have grown. In “Where The Light Is,” he has separated his concert into three independent sets: Part One is acoustic, just John. Part Two is blues, John Mayer Trio. Part Three is full band, John old and new. I put it up there with Jason Mraz and his “Tonight Not Again” live album as far as modern artist’s live albums go.

I went to Pasta Cafe last night for a glass of wine and to hear some live music. I ended up meeting the owner, Andre, who kindly introduced himself and chatted with me briefly, then bought me a follow-up glass of wine. I will make it a point to return there at least a few more times over as many weeks. I like the vibe. I like that there is live music on Saturday. This is one of the bright spots of Roswell.

At the same time as these times I’m having in Roswell, the recurrent “she” of my blog, June, has moved to Waco. She is settling in nicely, I know. And I will look forward to going back to Waco just a little more (or a lot). This summer has already been so gracious, and I can only hope for the times to get better as the summer months drive on. I turn 23 in July–so little time before I’m in my mid-twenties and a young associate somewhere.

Happy Monday to all of you who are reading this.