When is a cactus not a cactus?
Howdi. Greetings from New Mexico. Went walking with my brother up in the hills around the pueblo ruins again today. Beautiful sunshine, deafening silence, only crickets chirping and not a soul to be seen – except for the dude who decided to do the strimming – or weed whacking as they say round these parts. Easter Sunday of all days. So Steve and I headed up the trail, away from the racket. And it occurred to me that I would…