Third week in June in Santa Fe is the sweet time. We're all hustling trying to make things happen in this town, as we do. But summer is here and the living is...pretty great.
Last night I was out with friends at a beautiful restaurant, on a lovey patio under a huge old cottonwood tree with little bits of cotton floating down in the breeze. The temperature was perfect. The evening also featured a delicious wine, and some epic cheeseburgers. We were laughing our asses off at I don't know what.
Summer in Santa Fe is golden. The town comes to life, the tourists return, everything blooms, you forget that you live on an island in the middle of the desert. Our hollyhocks are going off this year.