It’s a Dry Heat
Last night at 7:30 as we drove home from eating dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant, I glanced at the thermometer in the car. It was a pleasant 101 degrees. At 7:30 p.m. On June 2. We are so happy to be able to spend our winters here in the desert, and equally happy to live in Colorado in the summer, where we complain when it reaches 90. It might be a dry heat, but you could still fry an egg on the hood of a car.
You followed along with my stories about the quail who laid egg in my geranium pot here in AZ. One of the first things I did when we came back for the wedding was to go outside and check on the status. I knew that they would have hatched by the end of May, but I didn’t know if any survived the nesting period. Out of five eggs that had been laid, I saw that three eggs had hatched and two eggs were unhatched and had probably died. I was happy that three had apparently made it, at least in my mind. Yesterday evening, Jen and I were outside waiting for Bill so we could drive to the restaurant, and Jen said, “Look at the quail family.” Sure enough, there was what appeared to be Mommy and Daddy Quail, and two tiny little quail following close behind. I, of course, have no way of knowing if they were our little family, but in my world, they definitely were. And I think I’m right. Those little guys were as cute as can be. I felt like a grandmother once again…..
Yesterday morning, the three aunties had coffee with two of our nieces, both who are bridesmaids in the upcoming wedding. They squeezed us in between group manicures/pedicures and hair appointments. The bride herself was busily picking up people at the airport and preparing for her big day. We had such fun chatting and laughing and anticipating the upcoming event. I can’t wait.
While the temperatures have been in the high 90s, and sneaking into the 100s, here in AZ, the temperature in Denver was in the mid-50s yesterday. Our neighbor is keeping an eye on our outdoor plants, but I sort of put God in charge as well. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that they make it a few more days. See you on Monday, Plants!