Sandra D. Lynn
Albuquerque, New Mexico
ONLY A FEW BLOCKS from the concrete and glass heart of Albuquerque’s hustle and glare is a ribbon of green, the breathing, chlorophyll backbone of New Mexico. It is called the bosque, Spanish for “woods.” It is a Rio Grande – linked woodland of cottonwoods, willows, many other native plants, and too many fiercely invasive non-natives. The bosque all up and down the Rio Grande has been abused — cleared for agriculture and city-building, carelessly burned, invaded by introduced plants, denied the seasonal flooding that allows it to reproduce and thrive. But in 2010 it still follows the river, still edges it in emerald. In a place of relentless sun and aridity, it is essential to many creatures, including me.
Even though the rambunctious…