Thanks to Shelly for identifying my gooseberry bushes. Another Taos friend also recognized them and informs me they may or may not bear fruit one day. I hope so...although it would be for the wild life, not for me.
Speaking of wild life. One of the first nights I spent in this house, one of my Golden Retrievers woke me up. I got up and in the moonlight, watched as a bear came along the side of the house, just next to the building (like inches). It was spring, and we had no landscaping done, so the perimeter was nothing but mud. As it got to the front of the house, which is all windows about waist high and up, I followed it inside as it lumbered along on the outside. It was rather like I was the fish in the aquarium...and for this recovering city person, it was just the best experience.
The next morning I rushed into town and bought some plaster of Paris, to keep those first prints with me. This is one of the partials...I have some other full prints, as well. They now reside on the rock wall on our front porch. These are the neighbors I love the best.