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Some people around here were saying that it was going to warm up this weekend, and thus, we got ready and droved our gypsy home on wheels all the way to the desert….

It wasn’t.  It wasn’t warm at all.  In fact, it was colder than normal, colder even than those few days at the end of January when the sun came out—strong, and rubicund, and warmed up the earth for a few hours, permeating it with a new joy.  

Cold, and so windy it was, that we were not even able to open the awning of our gypsy caravan for fear that it could blow away.  We stayed inside all day long Friday; reading and writing and doing this and that...  

In the afternoon, I worked on adding new tiles to my little kitchen...

It turned out so beautiful... and better that my first time trying, when I used flooring tiles... remember?

I loved these black and white tiles so much, but they were too thick and heavy and they didn't stick too well to the walls, they were always falling off... so I removed them.

We cooked our meals inside this time—we usually never cook inside, because we like to keep our gypsy home free of stinky smells and such, and only cook our early breakfast of toasts and coffee inside, but this time we had to keep away from strong winds, and cooked all of our meals inside. 

 

Then, I sat down to rest... and daydream...  

Our gypsy caravan felt so cozy and warm inside... 

I really didn't care how windy or cold it was outside

Ollie the owl kept me very warm and cozy at night... and the Fisherman too.

On Saturday morning after breakfast we put on our big coats and went for our usual walk in the desert all the way down to the sundial.  We were surprised to find how much the landscape had changed during the winter months.  Winter had totally changed the topography of the desert in so many ways. The many silvery and glossy leave plants were all gone and much of the sagebrush had been moved or shifted by intense winds, leaving some areas of the desert emptied or naked, while others, such as the trails people usually take were completely covered, to the point that we almost lost of tracks... you could see the tumbleweeds awkwardly moving throughout the desert floor like some sad souls.  The desert, it is so strange, and lovely.