Marigolds and mums
Roasted green chile was still available at the Santa Fe Farmers’ Market (http://www.santafefarmersmarket.com/) on Tuesday, but won’t be much longer. The Tuesday market winds down in November, although Saturday markets will continue on with root vegetables, breads, cheeses, and soaps. Besides the green chile, I bought a wonderful Amsterdam bread with all kinds of nuts and seeds, tomatoes picked before this week’s hard frost, fresh apricot chevre from goats at South Mountain Dairy, a fall bouquet of marigolds and mums, and of course a small pumpkin.
Sign of the season
Halloween, also called Samhain and Ancestor Night by the Wiccans, represents the final harvest, and is a time when the veil between the worlds of life and death becomes more fragile. In November, it always snows in Santa Fe and full winter blasts in. Our nighttime temps are already in the 20s. Seasons seem to come faster here. I’m holding onto autumn as long as I can.
Above: My mustang Ryo in Tesuque, NM. Our barn owner in Malibu described him as Ghandi-esque because Ryo didn't fight for the best feed bin like the other horses. When Ryo died in Tesuque, I turned on my car radio to hear John Lennon singing "Imagine"... that was Ryo "living life in peace."
PHOTOS BY WOLF SCHNEIDER