We hope everyone is sharing a wonderful holiday with friends and family and it has brought you all closer. In our neighborhood we exchange baked goods, chile and wine with the neighbors and take time to visit. The sound of drums at Santa Clara Pueblo drifts across the river. On Christmas Eve the big bonfires were lit and at Santa Clara they danced the matachines which tells the story of driving the Moors from Spain. That may seem odd, but it is a tradition of both the Hispanic and Native people here. At Santa Clara just the drums are used. At San Juan (Ohkay Owingeh) there is a guitar and fiddles and the Malinche wears a white dress.
A few days earlier at the winter solstice, I go to see the sun come up over the canyon wall at Bandelier. On that day the morning rays strike straight down the central path of the ruins of Tyuonyi. It is a good way to start the year and a good thing that the sun halts its southward migration. Each day will now be a little longer.
It is the first of October and there is the sharp, rich smell of fall in the air finally. We have had a long and dry end to the summer which has extended the harvest of a number of varieties of vegetables. A cool start to the season delayed the seeding of a number of crops. Now it looks like all the corn, chile and squash will make, despite the late planting.
We picked plenty of apples and grapes. Some we pressed out and the rest are stored for later. In some ways, this is my favorite season.