Long ago, we learned that Borrego Springs adheres to Baja time: An early restaurant , a tiny place on the south east side of the Circle, which was called, "Mi Tenapa", had the best home cooked Mexican food you have ever tasted. The thing about the place, though, was you never knew when it was open. The owner of the Fudge Shop also remembers the place fondly and told me he always looked for cars in the parking lot before he stopped to eat there. We also had a signal we looked for...his two dogs. Even if there were no cars around, if the dogs were outside, you could then be sure he or his wife were inside cooking. Usually, his wife would get there early. She was the cook. He was the server and would arrive later. Ray served each table himself. One beer at a time! He slowly and carefully set the tables...spoons, then forks, then knives...making many shuffling trips back and forth and often stopping to talk. We saw an out-of-town customer ask him to hurry up. His reply..." I haven't hurried in sixty years and I'm not about to start now!" We have so many memories of that unique place...it only had a few tables but it had a larger "waiting room" with four old car seats, firmly attached to the floor with heavy chains. NO ONE who knew the place would wait in the waiting room, which was stifling in summer. The entertainment at Tenapa was watching tourists run outside to wait after a few minutes in that waiting room! One time, our family was having dinner and we did have live entertainment. Friends of his dropped in, part of a mariachi band who entertained us in that small space...a harp and two guitars . You just never know what will happen during a Borrego summer!
You often didn't get what you ordered, because Ray was "out of it" but whatever you did get was always delicious! When the food ran out, the doors closed. He worked until he was well into his eighties and, though the name of the place has changed more than once, it will always remain Ray's Mi Tenapa to us.
The time has come, the lizard said, to talk of many things...of carrots, beets and rainbow chard...of peas and beans and raptor wings...why the sand is burning hot and why Borrego sings!
WELCOME ...A new resident ? Love the desert? Gardening a passion? Live in Borrego Springs? Thought you could not have a garden in the low desert desert? Ever wonder what desert living is like? READ ON !
Raised Vegetable Beds
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A River Runs Through It
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
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Desert gardening...what a pastime. Natives anxious to attack with thorns, stickers or burrs - earth always thirsty - critters always a step ahead of you - dainty moths turn into hungry caterpillars - coyote eats up part of the irrigation system - birds sample one fruit at a time - gopher pops up unexpected . Yet the first carrot, pea or tender piece of lettuce, the first lime or lemon of the season, the first cactus bloom , the first bright green mesquite sprig, the first bud on a plant...all give such a feeling of delight and satisfaction. Not to be traded for anything else! (JGP)
Super Addiction
When I started the blog, I thought a few words now and then would suffice...WRONG!
A strange pattern is emerging. Seems that guilt has stepped up to bat. Now, if I don't post every few days I FEEL THAT I HAVEN'T HAD MY FIX! I wonder if other bloggers have noticed this same phenomenom.
A strange pattern is emerging. Seems that guilt has stepped up to bat. Now, if I don't post every few days I FEEL THAT I HAVEN'T HAD MY FIX! I wonder if other bloggers have noticed this same phenomenom.
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Borrego Dragon
The Borrego Dragon Fable
IN THE EARLY DAYS, coyote walked many paths. One day, as he was pursuing his travels, he came to a very wide valley. Others warned him as he approached the valley, " You must not enter this place...NO ONE who has entered has ever returned. It is a bad place, guarded by a giant dragon, who kills all who try to pass through. To continue your journey safely, we strongly advise you to go the long way...around this evil place." Well, coyote listened, for he was very smart and often heeded good advice. However, coyote was also lazy and was often prone to use shortcuts. He figured the valley would save him a lot of time on this particular journey. He looked carefully and saw nothing much to alarm him. He decided to enter and pass through the valley. At first, he noticed nothing amiss. However, as he traveled deeper into that still, quiet place, he thought to himself, "This IS an unusual valley, for sure...I see no movement of any type and I am getting to feel a bit strange about this place." He did notice, however, some tall straight trees which had lost all their leaves and made the place look barren, indeed. OH,NO...he also noticed, under the trees, piles of old BONES... and the more he looked, the more bones he saw. He said, " I sure see a lot of bones, but I don't see any dragon...I'll bet he no longer lives here." And, with that, he heard a thunderous voice which echoed over the valley..." HAH, COYOTE! You should have listened to the advice...You are in my mouth, which IS the entrance to the valley!" Oh,oh, caught in a trap. But coyote is smart and moves quickly...as he heard Dragon's first words, he raced to one of the dead trees and, with a mighty yank, pulled it from the earth. He wedged the tree between the Dragon's jaws and as he did this, many animals of all kinds came running forth...pumas, bears, mountain sheep and more...even the smallest animals, gnats, flies, tics, bees and more...lizards, snakes, toads, salamanders and more...all ran from the Dragon's depths to freedom. Coyote watched as Dragon's jaws closed upon the sharp tree stake. He soon died and from that time to this, many of those same animals live here, in this place...and from time to time, many of the old bones and pieces of the dead trees are found here, in this very valley!
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