There is a 9,000 foot mountain right outside my window. There is not a puddle of water anywhere.
Sonoran Desert - sounds exotic.
Monsoon - sounds exotic, too. They happen throughout July and August. Flash floods, lightening, thunder.
I thought I was moving to the dry heat of the desert. No one told me that it was going to rain every afternoon and the humidity would be over 70 percent.
I’m actually really liking it; not that I'm shocked about liking it. Okay, I love the desert.
Driving south into New Mexico and into Arizona I would see the green signs that there was a river. I would look down to the ground from the bridge on the highway – there was no water.
On googlemaps there is a river that flows through north Tucson. There is no water in that water bed. I think it is actually a “wash” – a new term for me. When the monsoons come, the wash fills with water for a few hours or a day. Then it is gone.
I am amazed at the green and the flowering cacti and trees and flowers. The landscape is beautiful. After the rain there is a sweet smell in the air. There is always a wonderful smell in the air after a rain, but it’s different here in the desert. Different from the mountains of Colorado, and different from the east coast.
I am amazed at “different”.
Since I arrived here in July, I missed the dry, heat of May and June. The people I talk to about the weather and landscape comment how they couldn’t wait for the monsoons and moisture.
There are so many birds I hear outside my apartment, and a ginormous, Sonoran toad jumped past Daisy on a walk. There are rabbits and humming birds. Bob cats sightings are numerous; and I want to see it all.
Now that I’m on week 2 of living in Tucson and the Oro Valley, I am really just liking everything: landscape, people, paved bike lanes, master swim classes, rain, animals, and just learning about something I know nothing about.
Yesterday I was able to turn off the A/C and open the windows and enjoy a cool, 80 degree breeze.
Tonight, the A/C is on.
I’m looking forward to all the changes of all the season in the desert.
As far as July goes, I love the lizards and the rain, and the sunset – ah the sunsets.