Dream days in the desert are upon us.
From one day to the next, we went from unbearable heat to delicious cool air.
Funny how that can happen in the desert.
Snap.
Just like that.
Curious bizarre little place.
Where cactus and flower meet up.
And rain droplets change the mood.
Boy do they ever.
It's been pure fairy tale feelings around here the last couple of days.
Water droplets bounce on leaf edges...
As dark and light converge.
The mountains become misty...
As tiny streams trickle through my garden path.
I follow them barefooted of course.
Bark turns dark on fruit trees.
Quince look almost ready for jam.
How odd a thing indeed, for summer to shift just like that.
You suffer and suffer for days and months, and then poof.
The season shifts.
A few nights ago, when it was still hot and sweltering, a storm blew in.
I ran around my garden path over and over and over.
Cooling my exhausted summer feet as lightning guided my way.
It was glorious, like being in a dream state.
Monsoon rains are an afternoon and evening thing.
But the last couple days it's morning rain that lasts all day.
Hmm, curiouser and curiouser.
It's like...
Turning the page, the chapter becomes more exciting.
Greener.
Deeper into the fairy tale forest.
It's on these days I stroll through my garden path.
Dreaming up a storm of ideas.
Mesquite beans fall on my head, lining the path.
Tree limbs droop down to the ground.
Summer meets early Autumn.
I pretend I will meet up with the witch from Hansel and Gretel, or perhaps Little Red herself, right on my very garden path.
The landscape turns ever so green.
Our property gets quite overgrown.
Gourds twist and creep.
I follow the path round and round.
Watching trees sigh a huge sigh of relief.
The scraggly summer garden starts to look very very green again.
Pumpkin vines continue their climb.
Where they'll end up...
We'll know in time.
The beautiful days are upon us.
The weather tells tales doesn't it?
Sets the mood.
Plays the tune.
Piano keys slowly repeating an a flat, then c, then e flat.
I compose little song after song on these glorious days.
How can you not?
Droplets and paths and quince and clouds and dreams and moody weather.
Autumn teasing its way in.
Summer is a tiring time for me, wonderful but tiring..
Working out in the unbearable heat for months, keeping the garden alive.
Waking so early everyday.
Rain gives me a big break.
I take deep breaths that lead me into bliss sighs on these cooler days.
I come back to life.
Just like the roses and leaves of my garden.
Dogs play again, chasing each other madly.
It's good.
It's lovely.
It's time.
Time for a change, I feel it.
I like it.
A lot.
Do you?
Love, V
