The sweltering heat in the summer subsides to chilly nights in late autumn—the second planting season. It's time for walks and picnics during the day. Time to watch your neighbors emerge from their insulated homes, awakening from summer hibernation. Time to crack the windows open and let the now-cooler-desert breeze cleanse the stale air in the house that's been washed around from fan to fan. Time to plant the iceberg lettuce and roma tomatoes and watch the garden turn from pastel to dark green. Time for grass that feels more like carpet than pineapple stems. So, remove the shades, remove the sunglasses. Let the sun come in the windows and roll down the car windows. Dust the bike seat off, pump up the tires, sandpaper the rust, and break in those knees. Because it's time to walk to church and watch the rye grass tremble in its infancy. It's time for socks during the day, sweatpants during the night (keep that winter coat in storage). It's time for a gentler sun—one that won't sting your face or bite your feet. Time to longboard around the lake without sweating through your shirt. Time to sit on the back porch with a bowl of cereal and a Newsweek. Time to dine outside. And it's almost time to pick the drooping tangelos. Almost time to wear a jacket, and turn down the sprinklers. And it's almost time to carve the turkey and give thanks for Arizona winters.
Posted by Ammon.
3 comments:
Amen to that!
those are the same reasons we live in texas.
sickening. truly sickening.
but i was thinking about how it's almost thanksgiving, which means it's almost christmas, which means i almost get to see you!
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