Summer in Tucson is not for wimps!
Months & months of three-digit temperatures.
A sun so searing you’d best be indoors most of the day.
Need I say I HATE it!!!
And that I shall never, ever, EVER get used to it?
(dragging my heels every dang-gum-step-of-the-way),
ever so slowly,
I am FINALLY embracing strategies to cope with Tucson summers.
(Image from http://www.seanparkerphotography.com)
I get up a 5 a.m. to water the gardens & feed the critters–
(including our desert tortoises who are ravenous this time of year for big red, strawberry-like, cactus apple fruit!)
All in all, it takes us several hours a day to keep our little ark afloat.
The demanding (but ho so rewarding) daily stewardship of WildHeart Ranch is our yoga, our zen, our passion.
When I’m not convening magic at The Creative Cottage or “rousting about with me friends,” on the few days a week I get to “just stay home & BE,”
I read books and make art and watch a good number of old black & white Turner Classic Movies.
One of my favorite treats is just taking a little moment to curl up with my Sweetheart and siesta for an hour in the hottest part of the day.
So I manage.
my heart craves cool, green, wet, water.
Recently, after too many one-hundred-and-ten-degree days,
I did a voodoo, heathen, pagan set of humble little prayers for rain.
I repeated the mantra, “rain, rain, come and play” several days running.
I chanted my poem
As If To Capture Rain
the potter builds
vessels of mud
like the swallow,
like the wasp,
each a compartment of birthing,
of deep sleep
and moving water,
skimmed from gilt.
rivers that carry the memory
in their sluice
through the country
of our waning seasons.
there is more
to the story
but it is not told
part of it is silence.
part of it is music.
there are some tears.
and a light that splits
the birds speak
and frogs sing
the story is always told
in the ancient manner,
with the palms
as if to capture rain.
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(Image from Mike Olbinski Photography on flickr)
I called in the rain.
It’s all my fault.
Today, we got 2-and-a-half-inches
absolutely torrential rain
in a couple of hours!
Roads washed away.
Power went out.
It stranded people in rushing water.
It caused major havoc.
It was a real “gully washer”–
it was everything that defines “monsoon Tucson!”
I only wanted a gentle, slow,
I guess I learned my lesson.
Be careful (and specific!) about what you wish for!
Too much of a good thing, in this case, was waaaaaay too much of a good thing!
But, here’s the good news,
(Image from: her-heart-on-fire.tublr)
So after a few days of mud and “skeetoes,”
after some clean up and regrouping,
there will be another glorious sunset,
(Image from: http://www.saguaropictures.com)
another day to be grateful,
and, probably, lots more reminders
to be careful
what you wish for!
Love & Lovely Rain from
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