By evening we are guided by golden light.
Slowly coming to life.
Sweltering days in the desert lead to shady afternoons in the front garden...
Where we are filled with excitement, day to day like clock work, waiting for the sun to set.
Because after record days in a row of triple digit temps, 8:30 p.m. becomes a magical hour.
A time to begin the un-wilting process.
A time to enjoy being outside.
I go around lighting lanterns, candle light...
Plugging in fairy lights...
I know, how very romantic Arizona nights of me.
Of course, I switch it up with things most excellent, such as this.
And of course, Stevie visits through speakers too.
And then I plunge.
Full summer desert night immersion.
In hammock, happy as can be.
Fairy lights swinging about...
From that great big mesquite tree...
Summer nights in the desert mountains, so good.
Not one bit of chilliness in the air.
Just plain cozy.
I feel little bodies bumping underneath me.
Little playful growls, first one bump, then two.
Then a head pops up :)
We watch giant dahlias sway under twinkle lights...
Zero bugs that bite you are out.
We don't get those until monsoon season.
And even then, they aren't as bad as places that are humid.
And since it's been rain free for months, it's dry.
Sure, you have to lob a couple harmless beetle type things off you a couple times.
But that's no biggie.
Mister Lovee got home from the office last night, and went straight from his car, into the hammock. I took his shoes off and there he stayed for a good long while.
How's summer going in your neck of the woodlings?
See ya soon.