We have had unrelenting heat and, for the most part, clear blue skies. A few days this week and last, clouds arrived from the desert.
New Mexico and Arizona are experiencing their summer monsoons and some of the residual moisture, swept up from the Gulf of Mexico, made it all the way to California. We even had a slight chance of thunderstorms show up in the forecast. I was excited -- there isn't anything better than sitting outside on the porch, watching the lightening flash, listening to the crash of thunder and the sudden downpour, and smelling the damp earth. But, it was not too be. We had days of high humidity but no rain, no light show, no cleansing showers.
I continue to wait out the healing of my foot. I tell myself that this is miserable riding weather and its just as well that I am in the cool house, but that doesn't help with boredom. Towards the end of next week we will be driving (and driving and driving) up to Northern California for the annual vacation with my extended family. Last year we went to the coast, but we all missed the mountains so we are trying that again. It was a trick finding a place that felt like mountains with a lake close by for the kids, but at an elevation low enough for my mother to tolerate. Fingers crossed that this place works out for everyone. If it does, it will be worth the ten hour drive. I plan to sit by the creek with a book, write some poetry, and jibber-jabber with my mother and sister.
In the meantime, we are all trying to stay cool while we wait for autumn. The only happy campers at the ranch are the peaches and the tomatoes.