UPDATE: I wrote this several years ago, but always reread it early in May. I love that one of the easiest ways to know when to plant your garden in my hometown is when the mesquites bloom. It makes me pay attention to what’s going on around me. I hope you enjoy this post as much as I do!

Sometimes I’m so busy thinking about what I find most interesting in New Mexico that I forget to notice the obvious. Like a lot of other people, I move as quickly as possible through my life. Last Friday I drove to Logan to help my mom with the Mother’s Day flower rush, a ritual as familiar in my life now as returning for Christmas or the 4th of July. It is a gathering of sorts where my siblings and nieces and daughter and I come together to help in whatever way we can. Not difficult, not exciting, not anything in particular other than a thing we do every year. With every year, it also gets a bit more joyous. Spending a weekend with my 85 year-old mom and my 87 year-old dad is always a treat.

On Saturday afternoon, when all the orders were filled and we were having a last glass of iced tea before I hit the road back to Santa Fe, my brother Klee started talking about Spring finally being here, maybe. There was some general disgruntled talk about the wind, which seems to be incessant in eastern New Mexico at the moment (as it is every Spring), and then he said, “But the mesquites are beautiful. They’re like a wave of fluorescent green across the pastures everywhere.”

To which my Dad replied, “Well, I guess that means it’s time to plant the garden.”

The mesquites blooming have always been the sign to folks in my neck of the woods that there won’t be another frost. I don’t know of a single year when the mesquites bloomed and there was a hard freeze afterward. And all the years I lived in Logan, I waited anxiously for that sign, the one that signaled winter was definitely over. The one that said my tomatoes could go in the ground outside. The calendars and the almanac may say that April 15 is the usual last frost in Quay County. Everyone in the know says, “When the mesquites bloom.”

Mesquites don’t come up in many conversations when someone’s talking about beauty. In fact, they’re treacherous beasts that have long thorns. They look somewhat prehistoric all winter with their bare branches. I’m sure anyone who’s had to round up cattle in a pasture of mesquites can tell some horror stories.

But in the spring in northeastern New Mexico, they’re a sight to behold.

I have to say that I’m a bit of a mesquite nut. When I bought my lake house in Logan, my family was clearing the yard and someone said, “We sure need to grub that mesquite back in the corner.”

“No!” I said, “The mesquite stays. I love the way they look when they’re blooming.” And for years I mowed around very carefully around the long thorns and pulled the extra shoots each year because the one thing I always wanted in my yard was one very healthy mesquite bush.

On the road back to Santa Fe last Saturday, I paid attention. The same road I was on the day before felt completely different to me because now I was actually noticing the landscape. I travel that road so frequently that I sometimes feel I do it in my sleep. Because the Santa Fe to Clines Corners drive is so beautiful, I think I discount the rest of the drive, especially the dry dusty run from about Montoya to Logan. It’s so familiar. I just never LOOK.

But I looked this time.  And Klee was right. We have had a brutally dry winter, but the mesquites are a bright, rich green against the blue sky, a sharp contrast to the sand beneath. There was what looked like a carpet of mesquite green between Logan and Tucumcari, and then all the way to Newkirk I wanted to stop every mile or two and capture what I was seeing on film. I was excited about the drive because I was really paying attention.

Oddly enough, the mesquites starting running out just west of Newkirk. At Cuervo there were almost none.  A few more cropped up around Santa Rosa for a while, but then they were gone. I realized that in the almost sixty years that I’ve traveled this road, first when it was Highway 66 and then after it became I-40, I’ve never notice that the mesquite, which is ubiquitous in Logan, doesn’t even exist in the north central part of the state.

So the mesquites are blooming in Quay County. Go ahead and plant your tomatoes. I don’t know what the signs are elsewhere. . .do the chamisas green up before or after the last frost? When does nature give us that particular signal in Santa Fe? I have a tomato plant that I’m tending in the kitchen, so I’d really like to know.

I spend an inordinate amount of time behind the wheel. I’m lucky in that I get to spend it driving through New Mexico. My plan next time is to spend less time thinking about what’s down the road and more time paying attention to what’s in front of me. Not a bad thing to learn on a Saturday afternoon in eastern New Mexico.

One Reply to “OF MESQUITES AND PAYING ATTENTION IN NEW MEXICO”

  1. Thank you so much for sharing this Bunny. I live in Southeastern NM and I too love the beautiful drive from Clines Corners to Santa Fe. I seem to breathe differently. A heart of gratitude for our state.

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