เล่นเกมได้เงิน pantip_สล็อตออนไลน์ 888_โปรโมชั่นเกมยิงปลา_วิธี ชนะ คา สิ โน_เล่นไพ่ดัมมี่ออนไลน์ ได้เงินจริง

Turns out, it’s just a cooler, drier version of summer. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for getting out of the triple digits. It’s only the mid-nineties these days, and I can handle that for interminable amounts of time. I’m glad to be done with the weekly haboobs that cover the patio in mud.

But I miss fall. I miss sweater weather and waiting to turn the heat on and warm drinks with baked goods. I miss purple sweet gums and yellow tulip poplars and red maples. I miss cold, sharp wind.

And yet, as our trip to the zoo to celebrate the jaybird’s birthday reminded me, I don’t know that I will ever tire of the desert. Not the everyday part of being in a desert town, which is not very much different from a suburb anywhere else, but the natural desert. We walked out toward the older part of the zoo today, where both the African animals and the Arizonan exhibits are, and the landscape was gorgeous. Saguaros, rocks, whatever palo verde/mesquite/leguminous things that I can’t tell apart–it’s beautiful.

If I really need cold weather, hot drinks and a sweater, there’s always Flagstaff.

About this Entry

This page contains a single entry by wildernesse published on October 6, 2012 11:19 PM.

Goals update. was the previous entry in this blog.

Welcome 2013! is the next entry in this blog.

Find recent content on the main index or look in the archives to find all content.

Archives

Powered by Movable Type 4.38