It happens every year. I don’t know why I act surprised. I’ll bet there are 2.5 million blog posts on the same subject as mine this week alone, here in the valley. It’s something you cannot stop…will it away…pray it away. It’s just part of living in the desert. This desert anyway.
Well, I am not dreading tornado season. Or worrying about a major earthquake rumbling my way. I never feel the frost or the bleakness of a smog inversion. Nor do I fear the rainy season.
But this time of year, DANGNABIT, I feel vulnerable. I am a tender soul with a pale, fleshy exterior and the HOT AIR visiting too long this summer is going to be asked to leave much sooner than he is willing to go.
I am a sweet little bunny in the desert and I am always shocked at how horrid the summers are right here at home. My home…my Arizona home.
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Something I DO NOT miss about AZ…ugh