there is a time in the last few. days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air, and time is quiet and mellow. I lived that time fully, strangely aware of a new world opening up and taking shape for me.
Ultima and I walked in the hills of the llano, gathering the wild herbs and the roots for her medicines. I carried a small shovel to dig, and she carried a gunny sack in which to gather our magic harvest.
"jAy!" she would cry when she spotted a plant or root she needed, "what luck we are in today to find Ia yerba del menso?''
she would lead me to the plant her owl-eyes had found and ask me to observe where the plant grew and how its leaves looked. "Now touch it," she would say. The leaves were smooth and light green.