What a Difference a Week Makes

Last Sunday about this time, I was sitting in the Clear Creek Wilderness, with a sweater on, admiring the beautiful oaks and pines. After a day of hiking and riding, or just relaxing reading a book, we were getting ready to start a fire, and roast marshmallows.

This Sunday, I am hunkered down in my house, all the doors and windows shut, trying to keep out the 110 degree temperature.  It is so hot that you can't walk barefoot outside.  All the plants are stressing and the dog is sitting under the cooler vent.

This is the beginning of the summer in Phoenix.  Only two and a half months and it will be nice again.  So I am looking on the bright side.