The desert has the eyes of hawks Soaring wild and free Hills painted with russet tones Were once under the sea
The ocean floor is full of life Cactus coral reefs Mesquite flow with the currents There is no change of leaf
In autumn nor in winter There is no hint of fall But many snowbirds come to roost Can barely count them all!
Sometimes there is a dusting Of slight, faint hearted snow The mountains have a power With sun it quickly goes Springtime brings more color The Palo Verde yellow floes Wildflowers in riot And the subtle cactus rose
But summer? Ah, the summer! The desert's but a drum For the beating incantation Of a punishing, bright sun!
Not many stay in Tucson When that drum does beat Not many can handle it The brutal desert heat!
That's where you get your sea legs Under the pressing burn If you can handle August
You're at the point of no return!
SoulSurvivor (c) 8/14/2016
Summers in Tucson or not for the faint-hearted. The house where we live has no air conditioning. We have a swamp box cooler. It's relatively cool when it's dry, but it's very muggy when it rains. This summer has been miserable. We've had a lot of wet weather. I'm sorry to complain, but I can't wait for the fall!
Part of the reason I haven't been on site, and I've been struggling, is due to this weather. The afternoon is time for sleeping. I've been sleeping quite a bit actually when I'm not looking after my folks.
Fall is right around the corner... Bring on (Rock)tober!