We don’t need the acequia now as much as we did at the height of the season, now with the garden all shutting down and the fields browning despite our best efforts to keep them green.
The cooler nights and shorter days are quietly calling for everything to stop trying so hard to battle against the high desert of it all and to take a nice long nap so it might be ready to go to war again in the spring.
Maybe that’s why I’m silently counting the days until it gets stopped at the gate at the top of the village.
Not because I want it to stop it’s slow trickle, it’s powerful flow, it’s lovely song…
But because I will miss it so.
There is something truly magical about having flowing water directly on the property and not just at the foot of it…
The sound of it, the security of it…the constant reminder that, here in Northern New Mexico, water truly is life.
And all of the gratitude that comes with that knowledge.
xoxo,
M
