February 19, 2011
Plus the yard is inundated in dead leaves from the acacias and mesquites, which normally hold on to their leaves through our winter. The hard frosts have done them in. (Photo of willow acacia leaves.)
Last year I had a tree service cut a large branch from the neighbor’s mesquite to restore the view north from my kitchen window. It had grown back, but today I had the view again, as the mesquite has lost all of its leaves.
This morning, in the shower, I espied a sleek coyote loping along my fence towards the wash. It could be the same one I saw Wednesday morning at the end of my driveway as I was making breakfast. But from the nightly group howls (seemingly in the wash just beyond my backyard), there are many of them about.
Yesterday’s overcast sky, with clouds from California, kept the temperatures down to the low 70’s and left a bit of moisture in the air, but no rain. This morning is awash in birdsong over the hum of cars on the interstate (a sound that can be heard when the humidity rises).
A light breeze ruffles bare tree branches and the yellow-green leafed branches of the creosotes. A couple of tiny orange butterflies (Orange-Barred Sulphur?) dance between my blue rosemary flowers and the purple blossoms of the native verbena volunteers.
The sun is rising and it’s only 58° at 8am, but the clear sky clicks my brain to the memory of summer heat. These lovely springs, albeit from February through April, give up too soon to the oven’s blast of summer. Persephone must have like the fires of Hades, and recreated those singeing temperatures for her six months a year in Tucson!