Yesterday C. and I spent the late afternoon in the backyard. He barked at the two dogs at the house behind us, while I took photos of pink flowers blooming on a bush.
Just before sunset, dark clouds rolled in. It’s the first time I’ve seen ominous rain clouds since we moved west. The clouds quickly passed and we didn’t feel a drop, but for 20 minutes the light in the sky reminded me of the aftermath of a Michigan summer thunderstorm.
And as I walked around in flip-flops, I couldn’t help but think about how lucky we are to be in the California desert in February. The nights are cold, so we huddle under blankets and light fires in the fireplace. By the next day, we are confident we’ll see bright blue skies and clear views of the mountains.