Back from the desert
And they’re not kidding when they call it the desert either.
I enjoyed Tucson. It’s such a departure from here. Gorgeous scenery. But rather alien too. I guess I’m more attached to the green stuff than I thought I would be. Arizona, or at least the part I was in, was various shades of brown. Even the houses. I imagine that’s why the art and many of the buildings are adorned with such vivid blues, purples and oranges. To combat the overwhelming brown.
Of course then I come home to enjoy one sunny fall day, only to be assaulted by more rain. So I’m essentially complaining about the stuff that makes the green stuff.