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And a little fiction by Miguela Holt y Roybal

Miguela Holt y Roybal

Miguela Holt y Roybal
New Mexico, USA
March 10
Monarch of All She Surveys
Miguela Holt y Roybal is my maiden name en Espanol. I am a retired schoolteacher and aspiring author looking for crumbs of beauty among the ruins. My novel has been a work in progress for longer than I care to admit. It is a postmodern pastiche of magical realism and about a young woman from New Mexico who goes to work in Washington, DC during the 1980s. She has been a longtime witness to the secret rituals of the Penitente culture in her home state and learns about herself and redemption as she sallies forth on her quest for novelty and adventure. I claim fair useage of images found on the internet that illustrate some of my posts. All contents copyrighted by the author unless otherwise noted. All rights reserved.


MAY 2, 2012 9:17AM

Let it Rain

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To Spring
           I adore old cartoons and every spring I remember and watch the beautiful homage "To Spring." I particulary love this because it was directed by the great Bill Hanna of Hanna and Barbera, creators of such cartoons as The Flintstones, The Huckleberry Hound Show, The Jetsons, Skooby-Doo, The Smurfs, and Yogi Bear Hanna is an inspiration to me because the man with the amazing fertile imagination and lush artistic talent was born in Melrose, New Mexico, one of the most desolate places in the state and very nearby--about nineteen miles from here. 
          Last year the elves were left high and dry in eastern New Mexico.  The post I wrote at the end of last summer, "The Drought in My Backyard" showed the devastating effects of the two year long drought on my property.  My yard went from looking like this:
To this in only one year:
Here is an update. 
          I watered all winter because we had less than one inch of precipitation.  Spring came early this year and I have been watering almost daily since February.  Here is how the large lot on the side of my property looked last year:
 rainbow drought
I remember my pitiful lone pumpkin and the empty promise of rain.  Below is the view today.  Some of the lawn is back and also the weeds.  They were welcome this year.
the yard 008
The little vineyard almost made me cry last year.  I thought it was dead.  Now there are tiny concord grapes sprouting.
the yard 006
The fireberry bush looked like this last summer in the following shot.  Its bare yet thorny presence made the house look like the Addams family live here.
Droubt in my backyard 008
My friend Jim pruned it way back even thought the undead branches bloomed.  We won't have any berries this year but fingers are crossed for next. 
  the yard 015
 The leaves fell off of the poplar tree last year in August.  It looks more august this year in the photo below. 
 the yard 009
Most of my exotic roses died but this one is trying hard to look pretty.  You can still see how the lawn is very patchy despite my efforts.
the yard 010
The two once magnificent forsythia on each side of my front porch that were half dead were trimmed down to the nub but they are looking full and healthy this year.  There were about ten tiny yellow blooms but the hot dry wind blew them away.
the yard 012
My water bill was $125.00 this month and that hurts but I figure it is more economical than replacing established trees and shrubs.  We still have had no rain and if you look carefully at the neighboring houses, mine is the only one with a green lawn. I intend to continue watering liberally until the mandatory water restrictions kick in.  I don't believe in the supernatural but believe me when I say I am ready to don my native garb and do a rain dance to this great song by Eric Clapton.
Let it Rain

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I don't know how you write about something like this, and still make your words sound all poetic. This for instance:
"my pitiful lone pumpkin and the empty promise of rain"
That could well be a line from a love song by an indie band, or the name of a mumblecore movie or something. You're such a hipster, Miguela!
And lovely tune by the way. One can never have too much Clapton. Or rain dancing.
icyhighs--What a nice compliment. Now I can brag to my daughter who's the cool artist in NYC that I am a hipster. Thanks!
I was at your house and thought it looked very nice and green.
Thank you, Jim, for cutting down the dead trees. If my yard looks nice it's because of you. Sorry to repay you with a flat on your wheelbarrow. I meant to have it fixed before you picked it up.
It's okay. With those wicked thorns I guess it was to be expected. Don't worry. I will fill it with some green slime.
Come on rain -- We got a lot here in January and February -- very little in April when we should....bring it on -- here's hopeful weather to you.
Amen to that Marty's Husband! And hope you get some where you are soon, too.
I agree with icyhighs. And I hope the rains fall and soon.
That's quite a change. I hate to think of the plants just holding on...praying for rain the way that plants pray. So thirsty. Now I'm thirsty. Thirsty is one of those words like "lice." Now I'm thirsty and itchy.
Let it be so for you. I agree with the above. Beautifully written.

I myself have come in after staring at big, black thunderheads coming over the mountain right now. I cannot remember what rain is like. These thunderheads may be empty promises. If so, they are not the first empty promises that I have encountered. It would not be my first rodeo in that department. But I am waiting still.
We've been in the grey clouds and endless mist for three days up here on the mountain and the dogwoods are finally in bloom... I'll post pics this weekend.
I know this clashes with the artful wistfulness of your words, Miguela, but looking at your photos from the thickly humid Virginia Tidewater I envy you your dry climate.
I loved that old cartoon. Such a work of ART! We had lots of rain here in Southern California and then they always talk about fire danger because the brush is so lush. Can't win.
Miguela...every year it is this way for you out there!! RAAAAIIIIN!!!
It makes me thirsty just to read!!