Just on some real talk, this is an entire house in Taos, near where Georgia O.K. lived, that I could rent for almost half of what I spend in NY. It has an orange fireplace and clay tile floors and umbrellas outside. And I’m imagining spanish broom and blue sage grow quite well there.
I dream in adobe some days, I really do….My aunt lives in Santa Fe, and she has this tradition that when anyone comes over to her house, they have to pick an instrument (and salt shakers or a bell stick or a pot counts as that) and walk around the property making noise, exploring the arroyo, kicking up dust.
For such a noisy city, I have not seen anyone bang on a can in a while. I know from having them live outside my window as a girl, the sound of two coyotes talking to each other after dark can seem louder than almost any urban happening. I bet the landlord of this house would allow me to have a coyote as a pet. On some real talk.
