VALENTINE’S DAY is one of our anniversaries. It marks the day we began living together, and that was in my child bride’s condo in Mexico City in 2002.
We made it legal a bit more than two months later, a civil ceremony held in the interior patio of her sister’s coffee shop here on the mountaintop.
While February is normally one of the coldest months hereabouts, this year so far is an exception. We have not had one freeze. A bit of frost last month, but that was it.
We aren’t out of the woods, and we can’t see the light at the tunnel’s end, but I detect a candle glow down there.
Just this morning, I finished the culling of dead plants from the yard, stuff nailed by those January frosts. It all rests in a greenish pile in the Garden Patio, and I’ll hire Abel the Deadpan Neighbor to haul it away very soon.
My lovely wife seems finally to be recovering from a nasty cold caused by her being phoned at 1 a.m. last Thursday as the wake for our nephew began. Yes, 1 a.m. Who starts a wake at 1 a.m.? Mexicans do. Sometimes.
The wake was held on the street with bonfires outside the nephew’s humble home. It was cold and smoky.
She had not slept the previous night either due to spending it at the nephew’s hospital bedside in the state capital. She was mostly awake for 48 hours. Who wouldn’t get sick?
But today things appear to be returning to normal. It’s a beautiful anniversary day, air is cool, sky is blue, and we’ll lunch on roasted chicken, beans and rice.
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* Orchid courtesy of the Cotton family who recently visited the mountaintop.