Making the drive to Celaya yesterday, about 45 minutes and about 1500 ft lower then San Miguel, I was
reminded that I live in an agricultural area. A beautiful one.
If you don't get out of town, you forget. You forget about the oxen being used, still, in the fields. Or the man and his dog using their horse to pull a wooden cart. People picking crops of jicama in the fields.
These photos are always taken as I'm driving. Since I'm driving alone and seldom have someone else driving there are so many things, because of traffic, that I don't get to photograph.
There is a shrine to St. Jude Tadeo at an intersection that always has traffic. So, I never get a chance, unless of course, I pulled over and parked. There is always something going on at this shrine. Yesterday, it was a
young teenager kneeling in front of the shrine praying. Quite moving.
Except for the irrigated crops that are green, the mountains and countryside is dusty and brown. Our rainy season ended in September. I was thinking as I was driving about what a surprise it is after a couple of weeks of the rainy season to see how everything returns to life. Things you would never imagine would return, do and bloom and grow. Quite unbelievable.
There were stands along the roads in both directions selling jicama, watermelons, honeydew melons and assorted items. This obviously is the season to harvest the jicama. There were bushels and bushels and more bushels yesterday. Jicama is served as a botana with chili pepper prior to a meal in many restaurants in San Miguel. To me, without some kind of sauce or pepper or something, it is a tasteless root vegetable.
Obviously it is loved by many or there would not be so many fields of it being used both in Mexico and exported to the USA.
As I realized yesterday, there is ALWAYS something to see on the roads of Mexico. Always.
As I reentered San Miguel and was at a stop sign, I was able to get a photo of a vertical garden that has been added on the front of the Pollo Feliz restaurant. It is fascinating. Next time I go by, I'm going to stop and see what is anchoring that on the wall. Who knows I might end up with a vertical garden somewhere here. Life is full of surprises and delights, isn't it?