We had a bout of weather here in Arizona this past weekend; since it’s so unusual for us to experience gray, overcast days, when it happens, we tend to pause and relish the change in our otherwise normal routine of endless blue skies full of bright sunshine. This particular storm brought snow to the mountains ringing the city, giving them that unique dusting of white at the highest parts of the peaks we are sometimes treated to.
I’m quite happy to see it from afar, but as I’ve said in prior posts, I don’t miss the endless winters from my New England past. Slogging through the stuff is quite different than standing in my backyard, sipping on a cup of coffee, and appreciating the gentle touch from Mother Nature. The final throes of the season are upon us, which traditionally means we are likely to have one or two more chances at seeing snow before we begin the inevitable march toward the triple-digit temperatures that will hang with us through October.
The snow brings with it a chance to see an unusual color here: green. For with all of that snowmelt, a brief few weeks afterward, the desert blooms in an amazing spectrum of color. Our spring here is completely different than the one I experienced growing up — and one that I have grown to love.